#he deserves so much love and praise and affection and i just *clutches chest* i wanna give it all to him 🥺🥺🥺

[yandere-writer-momo]

The final part of Mommy! First part

Yandere Short Stories: Mommy

Delusional Yandere Single Father x Teacher Afab Reader x Platonic Yandere Son

Jesse wrapped his arms around (your name)‘s legs, the small boy hummed in contentment when she ran her fingers through his black curls. Why couldn’t she be his mom? She was so warm and gentle… so much better than the woman who gave birth to him.

“Jesse? I think your nanny is waiting to take you home.” (Your name) smiled down at Jesse who only burrowed himself further into her skirts. She sighed at how clingy the young boy was, but she was sympathetic to his feelings. Jesse didn’t have any warmth in his home so he sought it out from her.

“I don’t want to go home… can’t I stay with you?” Jesse glanced up at her with his blue puppy dog eyes, his lips in a pout. “Can’t you just adopt me, I’ll be good…”

“Jesse, I can’t adopt you.” (Your name) felt her heart clench when he started to cry. “Jesse-“

“But all the other kids have a mommy and I don’t! I want to be read stories and I want homemade lunches. I don’t want to be alone!” Jesse buried his face into (your name)’s skirts. His little hands clutched tightly onto the cotton fabric in a death grip. “I’ll be a good boy. I’ll be quiet and I won’t ask for much-“

(Your name)’s thumbs instantly brushed away the hot tears that dribbled down his soft cheeks to smooth the young boy. Her beautiful face now in a frown.

“Shh… you can come hang out with me when you’re lonely at school.” (Your name) warmly smiled at Jesse. She ran her fingers through his thick curls as he sniffled.

“R-really? You’ll let me spend time with you?” Jesse’s voice trembled as he tried to calm his tears. “Can I eat lunch with you everyday? I like when you cut the crust off my sandwiches…”

“Of course, Jesse.” (Your name) reassured Jesse, who buried his face in her skirts once more. This sweet boy… he deserved love.

Unbeknownst to (your name), Jesse had a wicked smile on his sweet face that was hidden in her skirts.

Jesse may have been the spit image of Liam, but he was still his birth mother’s son… and (your name) would be his mommy one way or another.

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Jesse often hogged (your name)’s attention from the other children. He’d rush to her first whenever class would start or end to hug her, he’d raise his hand for every question so he could be praised, and he’d constantly ask for help.

Jesse was not liked by the other children but he didn’t care all that much about them.

Because Jesse wanted his mommy to only have eyes for him.

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Liam felt nervous at the florist shop he was in. The various floral displays of affection made his stomach twist into a knot. He was so nervous… to buy apology flowers for his son’s teacher.

Liam ran a hand through his dark hair with a sigh. This was an incredibly frustrating experience for him since he’s never bought a gift for a woman before. Especially not one as lovely as (your name). Liam couldn’t get her angry expression out of his head… she haunted his dreams and lingered in the crannies in his mind.

She was an itch he couldn’t scratch and Liam disliked this alien feeling she brought out. Liam didn’t know why his heart pounded in his chest at the thought of her or why his cheeks heated up. It made him anxious.

“And what can I help you with today, sir?” The florist smiled warmly at Liam who nearly jumped out of his skin. Liam had been so lost in his thoughts, the florist had caught him off guard.

“I think I would like a bouquet of roses…” Liam’s forest green eyes glanced at the red roses in interest. “The reddest ones you have.”

(Your name) would look lovely in red… Liam couldn’t help the image of her in a red dress that surfaced in his mind. He didn’t quite understand his attraction toward her, but he hoped it would fade.

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Liam stood before (your name) in her classroom, his cheeks rosy as he studied her expression. Her arms held the fragrant roses in confusion.

“Mister Isbert? There was no need to get me roses-“

“I’m sorry for making presumptions about your character. It was unjust of me.” Liam bowed to (your name) in apology. “Please forgive me-“

Liam gasped when she moved closer to him, which and whom snap his head up in attention. His forest green eyes wide when she gave him such a warm smile… he’s never seen a smile like that directed toward him in his entire life.

“It’s perfectly okay. I understand you may have been through some trauma but I assure you I’m not after those sorts of things with you.” (Your name) then turned her gaze toward Jesse who peaked around the corner of the classroom. It seemed the young boy was eager to enter. “I’m just concerned for Jesse is all-“

“I do not know how to be a good father…” Liam shyly admitted, his forest green eyes focused on her confused expression. “I have never been taught warmth.”

“Well I have no issue teaching you how to spend time with a child… if you’d like of course, mister Isbert.” (Your name) smiled at Liam whose cheeks went aflame.

“I’d love to…” Liam cleared his throat and gave (your name) a soft smile. “And please, call me Liam.”

The two adults smiled warmly at each other which made Jesse perk up from his spot. Maybe he’d get her to be his mommy after all…

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(Your name) laughed when Liam tried to tie Jesse’s shoe laces. The businessman was clueless…

“Here, let me help.” (Your name) gently took the shoelaces from Liam and slowly tied them in front of him. “The dragon goes under the bridge, through the loop, and into the castle!”

Jesse giggled at the rhyme, his eyes sparkled at his dad. “See! Mommy knows how to tie shoes!”

Liam blushed in embarrassment when (your name) and Jesse shared a laugh. He never knew how simple this was… how a family should be.

“Why don’t we read a book together?”

Liam glanced over at (your name) while she picked out a fairy tale. A ray of sunlight hit her at the perfect angle that made her even more angelic.

Liam never knew someone could be so beautiful…

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Weeks went by of Liam’s ‘lessons’ of fatherhood. The two adults would laugh together as (your name) tried to teach him how to be more affectionate with his son, unaware that the businessman started to be affectionate with her as well… Liam came to terms that he loved her.

Liam loved the young woman who was eager to help him mend his relationship with his son and teach him how to love. To not take out his trauma onto Jesse and to be more open to change.

Liam became a better person by being around (your name) and he had no interest in going back to the way his life was before he got to know her better. The two of them were truly a power couple! She’s shown him a new side of life he never knew existed… who knew Jesse would indirectly introduce Liam to his soulmate?

Liam blushed as he sat at his desk, his head filled with thoughts of (your name). The image of her holding Liam in her arms burned in his mind.

How could someone look so perfect holding his child?

Liam dug into his desk drawer and pulled out one of the many drawing Jesse had made of (your name) and him. The three of them as a happy family.

Liam lit up a cigar and took a deep inhale of the smoke. Yes… he’d ask her to be his wife. To be Jesse’s mom.

Liam held the picture close to his chest. He needed to tell her how he felt… of how he loved her.

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Liam upped security around the school as usual since he dropped by for the lessons. Liam wanted to ensure this entire ordeal remained private, he had no desire to add more stress onto poor (your name)’s life… today, they were gong to become an official family.

Liam sighed dreamily as he thought of what was about to happen today. (Your name) would be so beautiful as his wife and future mother of more children. He wondered how many siblings Jesse would like? To add onto their perfect family.

“Is there something wrong, Liam?” Liam perked up when (your name) softly called his name, she was careful not to disturb the sleeping Jesse in her arms. “You’ve been lost in space for a while now.”

“Would you be interested in dating me?” Liam’s blunt question nearly made (your name) fall over in shock. Date him? Where on earth did he get the idea that she wanted that sort of relationship with him?

“I don’t think we should.” (Your name) smiled warmly at Liam who frowned at her gentle rejection. “You’re a CEO of a big corporation and I’m just a measly kindergarten teacher.”

“I could take care of you.” Liam whispered softly. “You’d never struggle financially and you could be with Jesse every day. Don’t you want Jesse to be happy?”

(Your name) glanced down at the young boy who remained asleep. She did care about Jesse… but not enough to date his father.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do that.” (Your name) sighed softly as she handed Jesse to Liam to take. “I hope you find someone on your level to be with, Liam.”

Liam could only sit on the floor in shock when she walked to her desk to gather her belongings. She didn’t want him? Why didn’t she want him?

Liam tried to speak but he couldn’t find the words to stop her. How could he tell her he’s never felt this way before? That he wanted her? That he-

“I love you!” (Your name) froze in the doorway when Liam blurted out his declaration of love.

“W-what-“ Liam scrambled to his feet to try to stand before her. His lithe body hovered over her like a shadow.

“I love you and I’ve never felt this way before… please give me a chance.”

“I’m sorry, Liam-“

“I won’t accept no as an answer.” Liam felt his stomach twist but he needed to get her to be his… he needed her. “I’ll ruin your life if you don’t accept my love. I’ve never wanted anything in my life as much as I want you.”

Jesse stirred awake in Liam’s arms, the young boy’s eyes wide at his father’s words. “Become Jesse’s mom. I’m serious about being with you.”

“I-“ (your name) was cut off by Jesse who excitedly reached for her.

“Mommy? You’ll be my mommy?!” Jesse began to cry when he hands grabbed hers. “Mommy. Mommy!”

“Yes, Jesse.” Liam smiled down at Jesse as he pulled (your name) close. “Miss (last name) is going to be your mommy.”

“No-“ (your name) gasped when Liam suddenly bent down to kiss her which made Jesse smile brightly.

“We should head home, right?” Liam turned to Jesse who smiled brightly at his dad. “Like a happy family should.”

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE FATGUM HEADCANONS

Have you SEEN how RIPPED this guy can be? One teensy little slip up, he will not hesitate to take severe and drastic measures for making you behave. Don't get fooled by his looks, and like people say, don't judge a book by its cover. Despite his innocent and harmless friendly side towards you, if you drive him over the edge, or if he's interacting with his rival, he WILL reveal his scary dark side 

This guy is delusional and possessive as a yandere. He has the image of you both happily married and you having his kids in his head and thinks you both were DESTINED to be with each other. Everytime you praise him for something or compliment him, it's just going to add up to MORE of his deluded fantasies 

He's also going to be very overprotective of you since he views you as a tiny defenseless kitten that needs to be protected. He won't do anything that'll make you uncomfortable, in fact, he is very well aware that his feelings for you weren't normal at all, but, he'll still kidnap you. He'll give you as much time as you want to adjust to your new lifestyle since he understands you'll be frightened and scared 

He won't force himself upon you but sometimes, once in a while, he WILL demand cuddles from you. That's IT. And maybe some light forehead kisses. Nothing more, nothing less, PERIODT. He won't keep you tied up and all that. He'll just place a quirk cancelling cuff on your ankle and he'll let you roam around the house whenever you want 

He's the 'I'm sadistic with others and not with you' type of yandere. At least, that's what I think. With you, he'll behave like an obsessed love-struck puppy that'll look like a KICKED puppy when you don't return his affections but with the others, he'll be the living entity of HELL himself and frankly, this man is scary when he's angry

He'll take his time torturing his rivals and his enemies. He just wants you to be safe and feel protected by him. And of course, like every other yandere, he's afraid of losing you and someone trying to steal you away 

Speaking of him cuddling you, you're so tiny compared to him that his entire hand almost covers your whole stomach as he clutches you to his chest in a bone crushing embrace. But, don't worry, he'll give you space to breathe. But you still can't help get the feeling of him snapping your neck in half like a twig if you do something wrong though he promised he won't lay even a finger on you. This guy drinks his respect women juice and even DROWNS in it. He's a very gentlemanly guy

If you act up, his face will quickly darken, but he'll just hold your wrists to his chest till he gets you to stop wriggling and behaving badly and THEN, he'll smother you in MORE affection because he feels the reason you're acting up was because he wasn't giving you enough attention

A request, don't talk about other people too frequently while you're with him unless you want hear about their 'accidental' deaths the next day on the news channel. He's the type of yandere who DESPISES and HATES it when you speak about other people and when you think of them. Why can't you just focus only on HIM? Those attention seeking rascals don't deserve to even LOOK at you. So. he'll just his connections and his influence as a pro hero and hire some people to kill that person to make it look like an accident 

Will never insult you. He'll just scold you gently like some naughty toddler. Overall, he's not that bad of a yandere to you but trust me, you don't want to see his dark side.....

''My sweet little dumpling, I wonder how we'll look together when we have a family of our own. It'll be splendid won't it?''

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[kingfyre]

[17:27] Donghyuck holds your arm captive, hugging it like a koala, shoulders shaking as pitiful, ragged sobs hiccups out of him. His chest heaves with shallow and shaky breaths, gut-wrenching sobs wracking throughout his whole body.

“You promised me forever, Y/N!” 

Your throat tightens as a flurry of memories rushes back inside your head. You think back to when you uttered that promise, a night with his arms around you, hands intertwined with each other’s, lips sliding countless of times together, giggles and laughs, jokes and love-struck looks shared with one another, the promise of forever lingering in the air. 

“You said you don’t make promises you don’t keep,” he hiccups, his voice rough and raspy. Donghyuck doesn’t understand. He’s not sure he wants to. The desperation is clear in his eyes, sobs pained, and voice nearly gone, but he keeps a tight hold on your arm, terrified of what will happen if he lets go.

“You said- you told me forever,“ he repeats, almost like a mantra, voice cracking and your heart almost breaks for him. Almost.

"You promised me!” he yells, an anguished sob echoing through the room. You think back to all the days you spent, enjoying his company and lazing around, stealing kisses and hiding smiles, yearning for a bigger home, wedding bells and exchanging vows. Donghyuck shakes your arm madly, tears streaking down his face, “You promised me, Y/N!”

“Donghyuck,” you start, not knowing how to continue. Gulping, you try to form the words, not wanting to hurt him any further, but it was clear you’d have to, the boy clutching you tightly a blubbering mess, hair disheveled and pleading under his breath.

It was naive, you realize. So naive to think it would last forever. But it was easy to get lost in the haze of love, so easy to promise the rest of your life, especially when Donghyuck gave you nothing but his all, his love, his heart, his everything.

Your heart lurches and you feel sick, feelings of guilt and despair ringing within you. He doesn’t deserve this. He deserves true and undying love, to be spoiled with affection, sweet intoxicating kisses under the moonlight, breathless praises whispered under the sheets; nothing but pure devotion and ardor. But your love didn’t last and you don’t know when it all stopped. 

You started pulling away. You started becoming distant and quiet, refusing his hugs, turning away from his lips, returning his professions with insincerity. Donghyuck noticed, of course. He always noticed. His love and care for you knew no bounds, of course, he noticed. His heart ached every time you looked away, every time you gave him those uninterested hums of yours and every time you gave him the same excuse of being tired. But he loves you. So much. So much that when you asked for space he gave it to you, when you asked him to stop the hugs, the kisses, he tried his best and refrained from them. You knew he was deluding himself, telling himself that it’ll all go back to normal soon if he just gave you what you wanted, if he did what you asked. He’s fallen too far in but you can’t take it anymore.

“Please don’t leave me, Y/N, please.” 

“I’m sorry, please, please, please don’t go,” he whispers agonizingly, almost incoherent. Pleads spill out of his mouth in waves, becoming louder and louder and his voice is so rough, so hoarse and raspy, you almost vomit at the guilt.

He’s shouting now, almost insanely, but you can’t blame him. “I thought you loved me, you said forever! You promised!”

“I did,” you answer him quietly. “I did love you. So much. I loved you so much, Donghyuck…”

You continue, refusing to look at him for the fear that you might break, “I know what I promised, Donghyuck.“

His grip on your arms loosens a bit, but it’s enough for you to wrangle it out. He tries to reach for you again, but you step back and hurt fills him even more, another sob breaking out of him.

"I know I promised, but you know I’ll break it if I have to,” you sigh, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“No, please,” he begs, staying rooted to his spot. Ignoring his words, you step towards the door and you almost hesitate, but you open it, not even sparing a glance at the boy who once had your heart in his hands.

The door slams shut behind you.

Donghyuck crumples to the ground, his arms wrapping around himself.

“You promised.”

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[sukirichi]

good girl (m.)

You’re such a good wife to Naoya that he rewards you for your obedience.

request. naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man’s gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj)

cw. explicit smut, riding, dirty talk WITH praising bcos why not, dom! husband naoya, sexism, overstimulation, creampie, lots of kissing, titty sucking, you might end up liking naoya and that’s a warning

note. LISTEN. this is purely self indulgent even if this is a request. my bestie requested this to me anyway so ik she won’t mind i pictured myself as the reader :) so if you don’t like how the reader and naoya was portrayed, that’s a you problem :) EDITED BECAUSE IT’S NAOYA YAY, also got inspired by @caizen​ ‘s ask about naoya wanting his wife to not bow too deep because he wants to see her face :)

[part of the trophy wife collection]

Being Naoya Zen’in’s trophy wife required a lot of things. You had to be immaculate, précised, refined and full of dignity in everything you did. He already did the work all by himself just to keep the house running, his hard work the only reason you were able to live such a comfortable, luxurious life. On top of that, you had an extremely powerful man trusting you to welcome him every night, and who were you to not fulfill your duty as his wife well?

The moment the black limousine parked on the driveway, the guards lined on duty opening the doors of him and the rest of the house staff greeting him, you were already in front of everyone.

Keep your head down, but don’t look too hard at your feet. Naoya-sama wants to see your face – his lovely wife’s face – upon his arrival.

He would never say it out loud, but five years and counting of marriage with him meant you knew him better than anyone. Through his confident and arrogant self, Naoya worried about a lot of things, you included. There were times he’d wake up in the middle of a nightmare in which he lost you, his arms scrambling to find your body to press it against his for reassurance. You were there, you would always be there, but the confirmation never hurt.

You bowed down to him, skin cleared, cheeks flushed, and lips glossy – all telltales of a happy, nurtured wife who was well taken care of – present before him. And you were beautiful too; the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“Welcome home, Naoya-sama.”

Naoya’s shoulders immediately relaxed at the sight of you dressed in your yukata, hair done perfectly and hands clasped politely in your lap. He tried not to let it show too much though, even though his staff had watched him grow up, he needed to keep his pride as the clan leader. Not even his precious wife could make him tear down his walls in public, though you did not need to worry about his brash attitude, following him inside three steps behind as he’d instructed.

He loosened his tie and dismissed the other servants, locking the door of your shared room. “Is my tea prepared?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, mixed with jasmine just as you like.”

Naoya’s hands stilled on his tie. His gaze fluttered over yours, eyes still ducked down to the floor with a small smile playing on your lips, one that said welcome home in more ways than one.

The sight of you – so compliant and meek as ever – stirred something deep within his heart. His whole life, he believed women were useless, creatures that were below him. Until now, he held firm in that, but fuck, you were always so open and willing to do everything he asked that he could feel himself hardening in his pants. Women may be useless, but once they followed his orders and praised him so heavenly the way you did?

He fucking loved it.

Naoya’s tie went flying the other room, his cock swelling in his pants as he tugged you by your wrist. You landed on the mattress behind you, watching with a heaving chest as your husband crawled above you. His gaze felt predatory, dark eyes hooded with lust while he planted his knees beside your waist, his fingers looped with yours.

You smiled sweetly up at him, so temptingly sweet his resolve broke for a split second. He captured your lips to taste you on him, the sounds of your husband’s satisfied hum making your chest puff out with pride.

Everyone may look down on you for marrying such a ‘horrible’ man like him, calling you stupid and immoral, even going as far as claiming you were nothing but a dumb cock-hungry slut, but Naoya – even you – knew better. You were not foolish; in fact, no one could handle Naoya’s attitude better than you did, and you were smart enough to keep buying that strawberry flavored lip balm he loved so much, causing your husband to squeeze your palms.

“Good girl,” he mumbled absentmindedly, the praises shooting heat flush to your core. “You’re so good for me, you know that?” he peppered kisses all over your skin, a gesture so rare that you were panting underneath him, resisting the urge to rub your legs together.

Naoya was extremely skillful in bed, his virility as a man not to be looked down on for his ability to render you immobile to walk, throat sore and voiceless for a few days truly impressive. But he was different today; his usual tight grip the same but laced with a want that went beyond than lust. You could never say it out loud, especially not around him, but it was clear – Naoya treated you with affection and care.

“I’m very lucky to have found such a submissive woman like you, but that’s not true is it? Women like you aren’t found, you’re trained,” he harshly tugged the first layers of your yukata to the side, exposing the sensitive flesh of your collarbone that was free for him to mark. “Have I trained you well, my wife?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, trained me so good,” you rasped out, bringing your legs forward, only for it to bump against the sides of his waist.

Naoya sucked on your skin until he was sure he’d completely marked his territory, the grazing sensation of his teeth so erotic and passionate along with his clothed cock rubbing into your folds. His hand trailed down your waist, yanking the ties of your clothes apart. You gasped as he teasingly rubbed your clit, even going as far as to roll it between his strong fingers. “For you, ah, I’d do anything for you, Naoya-sama.”

“It’s my love when we’re in the sheets,” he corrected you, “When a woman knows her place and obeys me so well, a good girl like you deserves to be rewarded,” hearing your small whines at his words, Naoya chuckled at your skin. “Do you want that? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, p-please, I need you,” you moaned wantonly, gathering the courage to lift your hips up and grind it against his erection. He surprised you by not pushing you away, so you kept going, slathering your wetness all over the front of his pants. “Fuck me, my love, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Naoya smirked, standing up to rid himself of his pants and belt. You whined at the loss of contact and sat up on your elbows, legs spread wide open as you feasted on the delectable way he discarded his clothing one by one. His fat cock, red and flushed with pre-cum, slapped against his toned upper body.

You would’ve groaned at his bare beauty, but he’d already crawled on top of you once more, completely ridding you of the multiple layers of modest clothing you wore, revealing a redolent set of white lace.

Naoya narrowed his eyes at the nearly transparent thong, his hands cupping your seeping cunt with a low hum. “Is this for me? Did my pretty baby get dressed up for me?” you nodded eagerly, pathetically reaching upwards to wrap your arms around him. You were growing needy, soft yet desperate as your stuttered gasps hovered on his ear. “Were you thinking of me the whole time I was away for work?”

“I always think of you, my love,” you breathed out, “Your smile, your voice, your lips, your hands,” legs twitching, you dared run your knee to brush his forearm, the teasing and confident movement earning you a seductive, warning glare from your dominant husband. But oh – you were just starting to have your fun. “Your cock inside me.”

“Naughty little girl,” he snickered, grabbing your hand and shoving it deep inside your panties. That evoked a high-pitched moan from you as your nails grazed against your shaved pussy, Naoya’s smirk present the harder he pressed your palm on yourself. “Did you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself like this?” He was testing you, reminding you of his power and authority, trying to see if you would break his rules that he’d been so firm into fucking deep into your skull.

Naughty as you might be sometimes, you never forgot your place. You were daring, but never in your wildest dreams would you dare go against him. Not because you were plain weak and submissive, but simply because the thought of pleasing him more and feeding his ego was far more satisfying.

You shook your head, pitiable tears already shining through. “N-no, I would never. Only you can make me feel good, just you, mmh.”

Naoya groaned deep in his throat, satisfied at your answer. “You’re always so sweet for me,” he says, leaning over to knee your legs open wider. He situated himself between your body, slow and sensual in removing your bra and panties, the lacy material disappearing somewhere on the black marbled floors. You laid there, vulnerable and wanting, clutching at his biceps as he grinded his cock on your puffy folds. “Have I ever told you’re the perfect little wife? So fucking needy for me always, fuck. This pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy is yours,” you acquiesced, breathing hard when Naoya pulled away to peer at your body. He liked his wife to be healthy, strong and ready to carry his child whenever he wanted, and his hands squeezed your hips appreciatively.

“I exist purely to serve you, my love,” you vowed, “I have no other purpose than to make you feel good and love you. You’re my everything, the world and more.”

He’d looked at you with lust before, the desire pooling in his eyes always making you feel wanted, but this was different. Naoya would never let those cursed three words fall from his mouth, but it shone clearly in his eyes anyway. He gazed at your curves and dips so lovingly that your arousal peaked, slick coating his cock from where he was slowly teasing your cunt with his tip.

Unable to hold back any longer, Naoya flipped you over. Your breath knocked out from your chest at the sudden movement, his hands tugging at your wrist to pull you close to him. He leant back on the bed, kissing you feverishly all the while keeping you shaking on his thigh. Due to your wetness gushing, you slid down his muscular thigh, and you moaned at the contact. “As I should be,” Naoya nibbled at your lips, his harsh words contrasting the tenderness of his hold on you. “You’re nothing to me if you can’t even do something as simple as that.”

You nodded with no hesitation, fully accepting that you were purely his now – and you would honestly not have it otherwise.

Naoya helped you lift your hips up, shushing you with a slap on your ass when you stared at him nervously.

Every time Naoya fucked you, he was direct and simple. He preferred to have you on all fours where he could focus on his own pleasure, or sometimes he would rather cum upon seeing your fucked-out face, the image of your tongue lolled out while he fucked you on oblivion enough to make him nut right away.

But now he was guiding your arms around his neck, kissing the sides of your lips as if to answer your silent questions. “Sit on my cock, baby, I’ll reward you for your obedience tonight,” he said, his cock twitching as he directed your entrance right above his cock. Naoya slid you down, allowing you to feel inch by inch, thick vein upon one another – sliding inside you and stretching you out so good. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead on his, teeth locked on your bottom lip as he bottomed out.

Fuck, you’d never felt so full.

However, Naoya wasn’t pleased. He clenched his jaw and tapped your bottom lip, scolding you with his mean glare. “Don’t hold back when you scream my name, you understand? Cherish this moment – I won’t always care about your pleasure. You should thank me for this.”

“I-I will!”

Torturous. That was how you would describe it. You had never been this close to him before; not in this position and angle. Each lift of your hips caused your hardened nipples to brush over his muscular chest, his attention sorely focused on the way you bounced on his cock.

Something about holding him this close felt so intimate, breaths tangled and moans shared, along with the pleasure delivered into your bodies with the way you were rolling your hips along his length.

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he said through gritted teeth, “I love this pussy so much, fuck, you’re mine. Just mine, all mine,” Naoya eventually lost it, hooking his arms under your armpits and feet flat on the bed. You kept screaming his name like a prayer, the worship falling from your lips like a broken record driving him to fuck into you faster. He’d had enough of your pace; he’d been good enough that now it was his turn to fuck you, and you were glad he did because his fast, brutal pace was so mind-numbing.

Naoya hitched you up higher until your chin rested above his hair, your breasts right at his mouth. He sucked and bit at the soft flesh angrily, grip so tight on your hips you were hissing from the pain. At the same time, it felt so fucking good unlike everything you’ve ever felt.

“My perfect fucking wife—a quiet, compliant wife is worth more than gold, baby. You’re my fucking treasure.”

Naoya thrusted hard and deep until the bed was creaking, mattress dipped from both your weight. The room felt so foggy with your lovemaking and you tightened around him, crying as he kept hitting that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars. “I’m c-coming!” you whined helplessly, hugging your husband deep to your chest while your fingers tugging at his hair. “Naoya, please!”

“Then come for me,” he nibbled at your ear, delivering another hard slap at your ass. “I’m allowing you to. Come. Make a mess around me.”

“Oh my gosh, ugh, fuck,” you came around him hard, your orgasm making you shake. He still wasn’t done, but his breathless murmurs of close, I’m so close had you holding him tighter, whispering dirty words in his ear to assist your husband into reaching his high. The oversensitivity of him plowing into you even after you came was too much, but you took it all like the good wife you were. Biting the protests down at your tongue, you rode him to meet his hips thrust by thrust, his balls snapping at your ass. “Mmmh, I love you, I love you. I-I love you.”

“As you should, baby. You’re supposed to love me,” Naoya devoured your mindless babbling by sliding his tongue inside your mouth, his hips stilling inside for a moment. Fingers clutching desperately to him, you shut your eyes tight, cunt dripping as Naoya spilled his seed deep inside you.

You kissed him one last time in refusal to let go, but Naoya wasn’t having any of it. He was very iffy every after sex that you had no choice but to pull away from him, wincing as he pulled out.

He stumbled into the bathroom afterwards while you laid there on the soiled sheets, weakly fisting the pillow beneath you. You were so fucked out, tired after a long day of managing everything he wanted you to take care of. To be fucked good by your husband…there was truly no better way of life.

Just as you were drifting off, you felt something damp sliding over your inner thighs. You blinked sleepily at a silent Naoya, sending him a small smile as he wiped both your cum away. He left the towel inside the bathroom before he came back, sliding his white shirt over your frame and tugging a fresh pair of his boxers to your legs. Aftercare with Naoya…while it wasn’t impossible, it also wasn’t a daily occurrence. Your heart kept fluttering inside your chest, that feeling blooming harder when he slid under the sheets beside you, his strong arms pulling you taut in his chest.

His skin remained mark free. You knew Naoya hated being marked; reminding you all the time he wanted to be flawless. You respected that and pressed a deep kiss on the spot above his heart instead, madly and hopelessly in love as you traced circles on his bare chest.

You could stay like this forever, in the warmth and safety of your husband’s arms, but you still had wifely duties to fulfill. Naoya had already done his, prompting you to lean up to trace kisses at his sharp jaw, sweet and docile as ever as you asked, “Naoya…how was work today?”

“Same as usual.”

That meant he didn’t want to talk about it, so you didn’t pry further.

“You need to rest and regain your strength so you can work hard again tomorrow,” you mumbled sleepily, “I’ve already planned your meals for the next week. We’re going plant-based for a while, you need it.”

Naoya remained silent. You would’ve assumed he’d fallen asleep if it wasn’t for his hand caressing your back in a manner so gentle that seemed so alien with him, the strangeness of it all intensified when you looked up at his face, only to see that he had already been studying your features a long time before. There was an unsettled frown on his face, one that you tried to smoothen away with the pads of your fingertips. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve already forgotten about all my worries. They don’t matter anymore,” he whispered, his voice way too soft. It fit the atmosphere, however, whatnot with the newfound intimacy that you basked in. Suddenly, Naoya cupped your cheek, utterly serious as he croaked out, “Baby.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you love me?”

You didn’t have to think twice about it. The answer would be – “Always and forever.”

However, Naoya wasn’t satisfied. He needed more, wanted to understand more, craved to find a logical reason behind your devotion to him.

“Why?” he demanded, “What is it about me you love so much?”

“Everything,” you confessed, the love so clear in your eyes that even for a small moment, Naoya felt like he understood now. “You’re perfect to me, Naoya. I’m glad you’re the one I’m spending my life with. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

“But why?”

“Because,” you giggled, “You’re handsome, you’re caring even if you don’t show it that much, you’re smart, ambitious, hardworking and the best husband I could ask for,” Naoya opened his lips, probably to ask a stupid why again, until you cut him off, silencing your odd husband with a kiss. Thankfully, Naoya gave in, relaxing at your touches. “Loving you is second nature to me. It’s not living if it’s not loving you.”

Although he didn’t – and would never say I love you – he had his own way of expressing it. He let you know that he shared the same stance at you, staring deep into your eyes while he cupped your cheek, surprisingly somber as he proudly said, “I made the right decision of marrying you.”

“I’m glad you don’t regret it.”

“I could never regret it,” he whispered back, but you had already fallen asleep. That night, you dreamt no more. There was no need to when everything you’ve ever wanted was already right there at your reach, and Naoya joined you long after, the faint linger of a loving kiss a husband only ever gave to his wife the last thing you felt before you faded off into dreamland.

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[a-spacecadet]

“The Jokes You Tell”

Summary: In universe, Daffy always seems to have no fans. Well, Daffy has had it. He is exhausted of being the butt of the joke. What will Bugs do about it?

“Whaa—at?” He stuttered. “Why?” Surely they weren’t talking to him, what on earth was this all about? He was left confused and flabbergasted. Everyone in the theatre was staring at him, their eyes dismissive and annoyed.

He searched for the words to defend himself, to put up a fight, but for what? He wasn’t comprehending why he was being accused. He started sputtering nonsensically.

“Well…I, listen! I didn’t…I don’t know what you’re all talking about!!! This…it’s all….listen! It’s a misunderstanding!!” His rebuttal only brought about a chorus of booing.

“Get off the stage!” An angry audience member yelled.

“Who do you think you are??” Another snorted. The crowd’s disgust made his cheeks turn hot red in embarrassment and anger. Clenching his hands into fists, he anxiously looked up at the host, who was glaring heatedly down at him. The host shook his head and gestured for him to leave the stage. Trying to think up an argument or debate to bring forward, but finding none, he clutched his shoulders in shame and quickly shuffled off the stage, the crowd still booing.

“Well, excuse that bothersome interruption to our night,” the host began, “but rest assured he won’t be back after this.” The host adjusted his tie and cleared his throat. “Now, on to the nominees for the Glady Award….” He then continued without a beat to continue the awards, without giving a second thought to the recent mishap.

The “mishap”, meanwhile, was a disheveled mess backstage, hot tears threatening to fall. He was irate and distraught, wondering what on earth he did to deserve such malice from people around him. This wasn’t the first incident either, at every turn, repeatedly he was met with disdain. Whether displaying his skills, opinions, or even just his presence was intensely disliked. Normally he could pinpoint it to being due to his personality that drove people crazy, or his manner of speaking, or anything else that could come from being “his fault.” But this…this was new. He had done nothing and was somehow still was accursed.

He wearily stood up and started to drag his feet over to his dressing room. Well, the janitor’s closet that they made into his dressing room. His misfortune was almost comical.

Creaking the door open, he walked over to place himself down in front of his mirror, a sad, crooked-looking thing without a frame and with a small crack in the corner. Taped to it were pictures of himself, most of when he was very young and not as despised. He looked back at his reflection, pondering why that face garnered so much hate.

What did his co-star have that he didn’t? His co-star was the exact opposite, welcoming love and praise everywhere he stepped. He didn’t even have to work for it either, which only added insult to injury. Everything came so easily to his co-star, fame, affection, money, adoration by the masses. One bite of a carrot and people clapped and admired. It was infuriating.

To makes matters worse his co-star KNEW it. Yet he welcomed the unearned glory with relish, feeding his stupid, huge ego. People accused him of being narcissistic, seemingly oblivious of how his co-star was so much more of a narcissist than he could even try to be.

However, for as much as he could disparage his co-star in his mind, that wouldn’t change reality. In reality, his co-star was probably winning some award or nomination right at this moment while he was a mess sitting in his joke of a dressing room. Emotions begin to flood him, almost feeling a physical pain in his chest and throat. Although his cheeks burned hot, he was shivering and shaking. Typically, at times like this, he would feel envy, anger, jealousy or hatred. Now, all that consumed him was an overwhelming feeling of despair. Despair in the knowledge that he had no control, that for the rest of time and history, he was doomed to be despised, as his co-star was to be loved. He couldn’t stand the thought and yet it was all he could think about. Nothing, absolutely nothing he could do would ever redeem his character in the eyes of his audience. The joyful laughter, applause, standing ovations, cries for more would never be within his reach.

Without even being fully aware, he began crying more earnestly than he ever had in his life. Giant tears rolled down his face onto his desk, and onto his suit, soaking it wet. As he lay slumped over sobbing in his isolated sadness, a soft knock rapped at his door.

“Hello?” a muffled voice came from the other side. Barely registering that someone was planning to walk in, a brief sensation of panic jolted him upright.

“Eh, someone in here?” The voice repeated again. Fear of being found a crumpled muddle of feathers, he hastily wiped his tears away and unsuccessfully tried to make himself a little more presentable. A bit flustered, he attempted to dissuade the disturber from entering.

“Yeah I’m in here, and getting dressed! Get out and leave me alone!” His voice cracked a bit on the last line, to his dismay. He paused, nervously waiting for a response.

“Uh, Daff, it’s me, Bugs. Could I come in?” Oh, it’s HIM out of all people.

“Ugh, did you not hear me? I’m in the middle of getting dressed! You can keep your business with me for later!” He attempted to mask his true emotions with an air of indifference and annoyance in his tone of voice. He wasn’t sure how successful it was but he thought it sounded convincing enough. He was an actor after all. Yet his visitor persisted.

“Okay but I’ll wait here until you’re done, I, uh, have something for you. Just wanted to make sure you got it.” Bugs really had nothing for his friend, but after the disaster on stage he knew Daffy wasn’t alright. There was a look on the duck’s face on stage at that moment that told him something was very wrong. Truth be told he very much enjoyed seeing his friend in frustrating situations, it was all too hilarious and amusing. But, something was different tonight. Usually by his own folly or vanity did his friend too often deserve his ridicule, but this was gut punch. Bugs was incredulous that no one else seemed to realize the pure bullying that transpired tonight. Yeah, his co-star is an idiot but even he didn’t deserve this.

“Then just drop it by the door! Just LEAVE.” Okay, this time his voice betrayed his friend. He was hurt and Bugs knew it. He reached for the handle, not afraid of it being locked as he knew it was broken. Once opening the door, his friend sat looking away, slumped over. Any protests or fight to keep him from entering were gone, and so was any attempt of hiding his crushing misery.

“So,” Daffy started, who apparently heard the door open. “What’s the thing you desperately had to give me?”

“Uh, well, I don’t actually have anything, I just wanted to talk to you.” This wasn’t his forte, getting deep or talking about feelings. He was a character written for comedy and that was it. He knew the next moments were going to be awkward and difficult, for he had no script or rehearsed words to say to comfort a friend. Yet he knew that ignoring this was only going to end badly. Cartoon characters can take on all the physical violence in the world, but their hearts were still able to be broken.

“Oh what snarky remarks have you reserved for me? What consolation will you offer through a witty joke?” He replied haughtily. “Tell me, favorite of all, what humor will you find in my dejection? Is my misfortune to be used for your new material?” His face was turned away towards the wall, his voice dripping with detestation.

“What? I—no, that’s not what I—“

“What else are you good for?! The crowds love you and I am always the butt of the jokes you tell. Face it, we’re both great for comedy, expect people laugh with you, and only ever laugh AT me.”

“Listen! They don’t just laugh at you, they…” he hesitated a bit, expecting to be cut off again. Met with silence, he continued. “They really do like you, you know that, right?” He paused, waiting for his friend’s response. Unexpectedly, his friend started laughing, but in a sickening, mocking way.

“OH I SWEAR! You really are a comedian! You say they really like me?!” He shifted himself around to make eye contact, his eyes bleary. “Let me know when they ask for my name in the next film! Tell me when I get flowers left by my door and applause when I step out. Please…” He began to cry again. “Please tell me when they write of my achievements in the paper…” He didn’t bother to continue, his tears already explained everything.

The rabbit stood silently and awkwardly in place, not sure how to react. Sure, he had always knew his friend was a very emotional person, one of the aspects he liked about him. The duck wore his heart on his sleeve, much unlike himself. However, he had never seen him look so genuinely distraught.

“Well, have you gotten your amusement out of me yet?” He wiped his tears sloppily with his sleeve. “Well have you?!” He asked again, more angrily.

“Daff—” He began hesitantly. He realized that for the first time in a long time what he needed to be, honest with himself, and his friend.

“Daff I don’t find amusement in this, if I ever laugh it’s because I truly think you’re entertaining.” Daffy shot him a glare. “No no I mean that in a good way duck!” He put up his hands a bit defensively, then slowly starting walking closer to him. He sighed. “Listen doc, I know I make fun of you a lot and maybe tease you from time to time…” Daffy had turned away again, once more slumped over at his desk, but Bugs could still see his eyes roll in the mirror. “Okay, I tease you a lot. And I think I let others tease you too.” He paused. “Okay, not even tease, geez they completely berate you.”

“Wow do you really think so?” He replied tiredly, with feign surprise. Bugs held his breath. Then very tensely, he spoke almost inaudibly.

“Daffy I’m sorry.”

He was a bit taken aback by his own words. He really wasn’t used to this. Consistently, he hid his emotions in layers of humor, drama, showmanship, aloofness, untouchable coolness. But this time around he really was sorry. He had drunk in the accolades while his friend was pushed aside and discarded like a washed-up has-been. He knew Daffy deserved better than that. He knew he was better than that. It hurt his pride but he wouldn’t be where he was today if not for that little black duck. He owed it to him, and he really did care for him.

Even Daffy look a bit surprised by the confession.

“Daffy I’ve been a real glory-hog and a rat of friend.” He paused. “No offense to Porky or Speedy of course.” He added quietly.

“I want to say sorry that I haven’t treated you the way I should. You’re as good of a cartoon character as I am and I don’t think I say that often enough.” Bugs winced a bit saying that, but his pride wasn’t worth more to him than Daffy. However, he didn’t get quite the reaction he thought he’d get from the duck.

“Hello? Are you serious? Who are you?” Daffy sat up with the most befuddled expression. “You’re telling me you actually think I’m as good as you?!?” He stood up and accusingly pressed his finger into Bug’s chest. He still sounded slightly angry, but more downright incredulous than angry.

“Daffy yes! I mean it!” He grabbed the hand Daffy was pushing against his chest and pressed in closer, making intense eye contact. “You are an amazing character and I don’t give you enough credit for it!” His voice rose considerably, and he spoke with resolution. Daffy just stood there, shocked. He slowly took his hand back, and looked down at the ground, blank-faced. For a second, Bugs was afraid Daffy would think he was mocking him again. Before he could speak however, he heard Daffy speak up.

“You are serious.”

“More serious than I have been for years duck.”

“And you’re not joking?” He looked up, waiting for the betrayal of Bug’s laugh or for him to just be playing another game.

Bugs grabbed Daffy’s shoulders, holding him firmly.

“No.” Gone was any sly wit, jokes or alternative motives. He meant it, and Daffy could feel it.

“Wow you really mean it.” The duck wasn’t sure what to make of the situation. Bugs was never honest, he must have really looked pathetic for Bugs to break like this. “I guess you must have been real sorry for me, huh?” He said dryly.

“No, that’s not it.” Bugs looked away, shifting uncomfortably. “Daffy we have a real problem on our hands. You are one of the most talented actors out there and yet somehow we all decided that you were more funny as the loser than the star.” He continued, “I’m part of that problem too. I consistently put you down to make myself look better, and that’s not right.” He straightened up a little. “Daffy I vow that you will get equal pay and billing as I do. I promise I’m not gonna let another stupid critic think of you less than you are.” He pounded his fist into his hand. “I’m gonna be throwing carrots at any stupid crowd jeerer that makes fun of you!” He was yelling at the last line.

Daffy still wasn’t sure how to react. Should he be happy Bugs finally relented his domination of the stage? That he genuinely wanted to support him? That he, most of all, was actually acting as a friend? His co-star’s determination was real, but Daffy could still hardly believe it. Despite the positivity however, he knew that Bug’s support wasn’t going to help him win any Oscars anytime soon.

“Uh, okay, I guess? I’m pretty sure everyone’s opinion of me isn’t going to change.” He folded his arms. “And good luck getting me equal pay and billing. Believe me, I’ve been trying for years.” Perhaps he should be kinder to Bugs’ optimism; for once the rabbit wasn’t trampling him in the dust. Nevertheless, years of rejection made him a bit of a cynic. At the duck’s retort, Bugs’ posture changed to a more relaxed one and a grin came to his face.

“Daff, I’m Bugs Bunny. If I want something, do you really think they can deny me?” He said that so nonchalantly, but to Daffy that line was a bit terrifying. It was no wonder he became one of the most famous cartoon stars in history.

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My first fanfiction! I’m not sure I have quite the grasp of the characters just yet, but hopefully this is not too OOC. Can be Baffy if you want it to be, I just tried to write this as if it was a real incident between the two of them.

For the opening scene I was slightly inspired by the Tiny Toons episode when he is accused of stealing Bug’s award and is mocked on stage.

(Examples to remind why Daffy is in the situation he’s in: In Back in Action he was shown being fired because no one liked him or found him funny. No one claps for him in the original Space Jam when he arrives on the court. In Show Biz Bugs the audience only applauds Bugs on stage. At live shows with costumed characters the kids are encouraged to cheer for Bugs and blow raspberries at Daffy. In Tiny Toons he is once again given a janitor’s closet instead of a real dressing room…etc.)

#fanfic #my first fanfic! #i hope i did the characters justice #i love them #daffy duck #looney tunes #daffy #bugs bunny #baffy

[mavzoon]

JJBA blowjob headcannons

(I’m so thirsty for these men oh god)

This includes Bruno, Abbacchio, Mista, Melone, Jotaro, Risotto, Rohan, Doppio and Polnareff

(Cut for length)

Bruno

Bruno wouldn’t expect you to go down on him but don’t worry! You just have to assure him that you want to do it

This man will be gentle and careful

He would be quite vocal, after all, he has to let you know you’re doing well. 

“That’s it amore, you’re doing such a good job~”

Complimenting Bruno and looking up at him with those lovely eyes is the quickest way to have him blushing.

Bruno is extremely selfless, so he would lose his mind if you take him all the way in.

Once he does let himself relax into the pleasure, you’ll be in for a treat. Bruno is used to being a leader and caring for others and so being on the receiving end of things is the best kind of comfort for him. 

If he sees your throat bulging from his cock, he’s going to be both extremely turned on and concerned. 

He wouldn’t mind being a bit rougher with you as long as it’s something you’re absolutely into.

Bruno wouldn’t really mind where he comes, as long as you’re comfortable with it. That being said, if you let him cum in your mouth, expect him to go down on you because he can’t just let that kind of intimacy be left unrewarded. 

Expect a lot of cuddling and affection afterwards. Need water? Bruno will bring you water. A cleanup towel? Bruno will clean you up with one while whispering how good you were.

Mista

Mista wouldn’t hesitate for even a second in fact, he’d probably be the one to ask for one. You wanna give him a blowjob? He’s gonna be unzipping his pants in less than five seconds. 

He will be absolutely shameless with his noises. Expect everyone in the near vicinity to hear what’s going on.

He would hold onto your hair and maybe tug a bit, but not too much to actually hurt. 

Mista would waste no time relaxing. He’d let himself bask in your warmth the moment your lips touch his cock. 

Mista would be the type of guy to babble his heart out.

“Oh fuck, your mouth feels so good, cara/caro! S-shit.”

He couldn’t help bucking into your mouth if you took him all the way in. 

Your throat bulging from his cock is a definite confidence boost.

Mista would love to come on your face. The sight of your plush lips and cute cheeks covered with his cum is heavenly in his eyes.

Mista would be a smiling mess of happiness and euphoria afterwards.

Abbachio

Abbachio reaction would be mixed. On the other hand, you would look breathtaking taking his cock down your throat, but then again, he couldn’t stop himself from wondering if he deserved to feel your lips around him. 

He would gently hold your head while you take his cock into your mouth. 

It may take him a while to relax but once he does there is no coming back.

Abbachio is addicted.

Your mouth and lips are so soft and oh dear god that tongue! The warmth of your mouth would be like ecstasy to him.

He is in cloud nine once he relaxes into pleasure.

He does try to keep his voice down at first, but it always ends up coming out in the end. 

His dirty talk is either soft or full-on nasty. There is no in-between. 

“Mmm, you feel so warm and good, tesoro… God, what did I do to deserve you?” “Fuck, c’mon, you can take more than that. Be a good girl for me, won’t you, tesoro?”

He’d massage your throat if you took him that deep. The sight would make him moan and buck his hips closer.

Abbacchio would want to be gentle with you at first, but he would be totally down to facefuck you later on when you’ve gotten used to him.

He would love for you to swallow his cum.

Expect a lot of cuddles and kisses afterwards. 

Melone

The kinky melon will be the one to bring it up first.

He will be confident from start to finish.

His hands will be tugging your hair and controlling your pace.

Melone wouldn’t bother trying to stay quiet. To him, it doesn’t matter if people can hear, in fact, he’d like to let others see how well you’re taking him.

His cannot for the love of god shut up and his dirty talk is FILTHY.

“Di Molto! You’re sucking my cock so well! You must’ve had a lot of practice, eh slut?” 

Taking his entire cock in your mouth will only heighten his usually cocky and lecherous behaviour. 

“Fuck, you took it all, huh? You must’ve been really desperate…”

He’d pet your cheek affectionately. 

“My poor, poor little cock hungry slut, the wait must have felt been terrible!”

Melone would use your mouth until you could hardly breathe.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you never feel hungry again!”

Melone doesn’t care where he cums. Seeing you swallow his cum is hot, your face is beautiful when coated with it and your chest looks absolutely delicious when covered with it. 

The dirty talking will not end after he cums.

“Aw, poor baby… Your mouth must feel so lonely now that I’m not filling it.”

Melone is a horny bastard and one blowjob will not be enough.

Jotaro

Joot would approach you first if he wanted a blowjob, being the straightforward person that he is.

As per usual, he would try to remain calm and collected, though he would definitely let out a few moans and grunts here and there (especially when nearing his release)

He would rest his hands on your head and tug your hair in rougher sessions.

Jotaro doesn’t expect you to be able to take his entire cock, but if you do, oh lord. He will be particularly loud. The sight of his cock stretching your throat is just so good.

He would refuse at first to fuck your throat, but don’t be disappointed! He is just concerned that you won’t be able to take it.

His dirty talk would be a minimal mix of curse words most of the time. He can, however, throw in proper dirty talk if he is especially pent up.

“Fuck, just keep doing that, shit…”

He’d prefer to cum in your mouth since it’s the least messy option. 

Jotaro couldn’t help but show his softer side afterwards. 

Risotto

Risotto doesn’t care who brings it up first, but he won’t adamantly press you to give him a blowjob.

He likes the power trip of it but will be cautious because he knows he’s bigger than most. 

He would try to stay quiet during the ordeal but can’t help letting out deep and husky moans and groans when you take him particularly deep.

He would be very gentle and careful at first, not wanting to accidentally hurt you but if you prove you can take him, you’re in for one hell of a ride.

He’d pull your hair and make you take him as deep as possible while muttering praises or degradations depending on his mood.

“Vita mia, your mouth feels so good on my cock! Hng, you were made for this.” 

“Is that all you can take? tsk, pathetic”

He’d tilt your head while you still have his cock in your mouth so you’d look at him with tears in your eyes from the unbelievable weight of his cock in your mouth.

“Surely a slut like you can take more, so come on, prove that all your training hasn’t gone to waste.”

The deep rumble of his voice is bound to drive you on to take him further than you thought possible.

A visible bulge will show once you’ve taken Risotto’s cock all the way in. He will be genuinely surprised if you manage to fit his entire cock in your mouth. He will always be taken aback by the sight. He will be mildly concerned for your wellbeing but it will also fuel the possessive side of him.

He’d love to fuck your mouth, but don’t worry! Most of the time he’d be able to control himself as to not go too roughly. 

Risotto, much line Melone, would love to cum pretty much anywhere. He does have a soft spot for you swallowing his cum as he sees it as deeply intimate (and it has the chance to make him want a second round).

Risotto is the king of aftercare. He WILL bring you water. Though he is a busy man, he will always take time to cuddle you afterwards. 

Rohan

This cocky bastard will probably bring it up first. 

Rohan absolutely loves blowjobs and seeing you on your knees for him is like a delicious treat to his arrogance. 

He would love to draw you with your mouth full of his cock.

He would try to hide most of his more “pathetic” noises and instead opt to dirty talking. 

“Just look at how you’re taking my cock. You love being on your knees for me, eh? Oi, don’t pull away, just keep sucking my cock like a good girl.”

Rohan would either just sit back, relax and have you suck his cock or he’d fuck your face with no mercy.

He’d most likely tug your hair or cross his hands behind his head.

If you take him all the way in, he’d taunt you after moaning desperately. 

“Fuck, you took it all in? If I’d known you wanted my cock in your mouth this badly, we’d have done this sooner!”

Rohan wants to see his cum coat you, be it your face or your chest. However, if he was feeling jealous, he’d want to watch you swallow his cum.

He would become incredibly relaxed afterwards. You should expect a few kisses and praises. 

Doppio

Your sweet little Doppio is going to be on cloud nine. 

He wouldn’t approach you first thinking that it’d be rude, but he will absolutely not turn down a blowjob.

He’s going to be tense with excitement and nervousness as you take his cock out. 

He’s going to let out a string of high pitched yelps when you first take him into your mouth. 

You’re sorely mistaken if you think he’s going to quiet down as time goes on. He’ll be moaning and whimpering from start to finish no matter how many times you go down on him. 

His dirty talk is sweet

“Oh, Gods amore! You’re so good at this. Hng, I love you so much! Sei la mia vita!” (you are my life)

Doppio has no idea where to put his hands, so he’ll most likely just be clutching them together unless you give him a little direction. He also loves to stroke your cheeks lovingly.

Doppio will let you take the lead and would be super shy if you asked him to fuck your throat. He is, however, likely to buck into your mouth when you swirl your tongue. 

He’d most likely come in your mouth because he doesn’t want to mess up your pretty face with his cum.

He’s going to want to cuddle and scatter small kisses all over you afterwards

Polnareff

He would bring it up gently (although he does prefer being the one to go down on you)

Pol is going to be confident from start to finish.

He’ll try to keep quiet enough as to not have you two caught (unless he is in a mood to let the world know how well you’re doing). He will be moaning and occasionally grunting as you go down on him because he wants you to see how good you’re making him feel.

He will be caressing your face and hair through the process.

Polnareff will dirty talk almost constantly. 

“Oh Gods! Your mouth feels so good! Je t’aime de tout mon coeur.” (I love you with all my heart)

He doesn’t expect you to take him in all the way, he’s just happy to have your pretty mouth all over his cock. If you do take his entire cock, he will praise the hell out of you.

“Mmm, you took it all, huh? Such a good girl… You’re doing so well, ma chérie!”

Polnareff tries to be as gentle as possible, but he wouldn’t turn you down if you wanted him to be rougher. 

He doesn’t really care where he ends up coming. He does really enjoy seeing your chest coated with his cum though.

He will pamper you afterwards (and probably return the favour and go down on you). 

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Hii, was wondering if I could request you belong with me with oliver wood? Thank u :)

PROMPT: based on you belong with me by taylor swift (an installment of my taylor swift x harry potter series. to read more about it, click here) Y/N is in love with her friend with benefits, oliver wood. 

WARNINGS: light smut

WC: 1.8K+

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

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you belong with me (o.w one shot)

“Always a pleasure, Y/L/N,” Oliver quipped, putting on his shirt as he shot you a flirty smile. 

You giggled under his stare, slipping on his discarded jumper to cover yourself. You inhaled his scent, feeling yourself fall deeper for the boy in front of you. “I can say the same about you, Wood.” 

He cocked an eyebrow, motioning over to the article of clothing you decide to drape over your body. “I take it that you’ll be adding this to the collection you have?” 

“Course,” you hummed, staring at him as he began to get ready to leave, as usual. “Need to have something to remember you by.”

Oliver cheekily snuck over next to you, pressing his lips against your neck, making you moan out. You pulled his neck back, connecting your lips together, making him groan. You pushed him down to the bed, straddling his thighs, your body bare from the waist down. He pushed you down onto his body, deepening the kiss. You pulled back, now peppering kisses down his exposed skin. 

He massaged the skin of your thighs, licking his lips, “And the marks I left on your body isn’t enough of a reminder?” 

“They are,” you murmured, sucking softly on his collarbone. He took in a breath, feeling himself growing hard under your rolling hips. “But it makes it easier to think about you when I touch myself when I can smell you.” 

Oliver threw his head back, taking all the strength he possessed to remove your body off him. You whined in protest, laying down on your back, defeated beside him. He propped his head with his hand, smirking at you, “You’ll be the death of me, Y/L/N.”

“Good.” 

Oliver left a few minutes after that conversation, making you sigh and bury your head in your pillow. You were so in love with the Quidditch captain and you knew you shouldn’t be. When you and him agreed to be friends with benefits, you both agreed that it meant absolutely no feelings, whatsoever. As far as you knew, Oliver was upholding his side of the bargain quite well, while you were failing miserably. 

It was hard not to fall for the boy. He was charming, kind, and not to mention, a great kisser. Whenever you two laid together, it almost didn’t feel like a mutual agreement. He has so much passion, so much care, every time you two were alone. Oliver would always ask you if you were okay, always made sure you were comfortable, and showered you with praise. He would bury his head in the crook of your neck, stating how good you made him feel. 

It’s been a few months since the start of your agreement and after each night, you felt yourself love him just a bit more than the previous night. In front of other people, you two acted like perfect friends, like everyone knew you as, but behind closed doors, you two couldn’t keep your hands off each other. He would pepper your face with soft kisses, tangle your fingers together, and murmur words of adoration in your ear the minute there were no eyes on you two. You knew it was a dangerous game you were playing but you couldn’t help but not care. Oliver Wood was addicting. 

The following morning, you winced as you hobbled down to the Great Hall, legs sore from last night's activities. You grimaced as you sat down at the table, across from Oliver who had a smirk on his face that he was trying to hide behind his cup. Fred chuckled beside you, nudging you, “Fun night, Y/N?”

“Shut it, Weasley,” you hissed, taking a bite from a piece of toast you plucked off his plate. “I may be feeling a bit injured at the moment, but I can still hex you into next Sunday.” 

“One day, Y/L/N, we’ll meet the bloke who’s making it difficult for you to walk.” George added.

“Why do you assume it’s because of a bloke?” you grumbled, stuffing your mouth with eggs. “What if I just fell off my broom at practice? Maybe I have cramps. Did you ever think about that, hmm?”

“Sure,” Fred said, he motioned at your neck, reminding you of the marks that probably littered your skin. “But I’m sure your fall didn’t cause all that.” 

You blushed under their gaze, lifting your fingers up to trace the tender skin. “Shut up.”

“I’m just saying, Y/L/N,” the younger twin shrugged, looking at you with a playful twinkle in his eye. “One day we’ll meet the bloke you say is the best lay of your life.” 

Your eyes widened at his words, completely forgetting that you confessed that to the twins during one party after drinking too much. You heard Oliver snort in front of you, smiling in a teasing manner. He raised his eyebrows as if saying, “The best lay of your life, huh?” You flipped off George, making him and his twin burst out in laughter. “Shut up, please.” 

“I think it’s cute,” Oliver chuckled, leaning over to stare at you. “You’re smitten with him, aren’t you?”

“You can shut up too, Wood.” 

The three boys howled in laughter. Oliver sent you a wink when the twins were too busy joking around to pay attention to the two of you. You blushed, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. Merlin, this is going to be difficult, you thought. 

-

Unfortunately, it’s been weeks since your last night with Oliver. The Quidditch team has been practicing more than ever and you were both too tired to really do much. When you weren’t practicing, you were doing homework, already behind on at least three of your classes because of your rigorous practice schedule. 

Oliver’s jumper no longer smelled like him, making you upset that you had to settle for friendly glances and secret touches in the hallways. Your love bites already faded as well, disappearing with time. You missed seeing the red marks on your skin, reminding you of your heated rendezvous. 

You were walking out of Potions when Blaise came up to you, a flirty smile on his face. He stopped you in your tracks, leaning against a pole. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hello, Blaise,” you raised an eyebrow, confused as to why the Slytherin was talking to you. You clutched your books closer to your chest, “Anything I can help you with?”

“Actually yes,” he licked his lips, reaching down to grab your hand. “I was wondering if you could accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend.” 

You looked down at your hand sitting idle in his palm, stuttering over your words and you spoke to him for conformation. “L-like a date?”

“Exactly like a date,” Blaise nodded, placing a kiss to your knuckles. “If you’re up for it.” 

“I-”

“Leannan,” A voice spoke from behind you. A hand snaked around your wait, pulling you close to them, and ripping your hand from Blaise’s grip at the same time. You turned your head to see Oliver, staring down Blaise. “What’s going on here?” 

Blaise stared back, “Just asking Y/N on a date, Wood. None of your concern.” 

“Actually it is,” Oliver replied, pulling you even closer to him. Your body grew hot, feeling Oliver’s protective grip on your waist. “We have plans this weekend. So I’m sorry that but she’ll have to decline.” 

He nodded, reluctantly, shifting his attention from Oliver to you. “Hm, maybe next time then.” 

Oliver grinned, a condescending smile on his face, “Sure, mate.” 

Blaise raised his hands up in defense, shooting you a confused wave before walking away. Oliver didn’t dare to remove his hand on you until Blaise was nowhere to be seen. When he finally let you go, you looked at him in disbelief, “What was that for?”

He rolled his eyes, “You should be thanking me, Y/N. I got you out of a date with him.”

“What if I wanted to go?”

“Please,” he chuckled, now taking Blaise’s original spot, “You wanted to go on a date with Zabini?”

“Maybe,” you huffed but you knew you had no interest in the Slytherin. 

“Why would you want to?” 

“He’s fit,” you stated simply, shrugging like it was no big deal. It wasn’t really a lie. Blaise was fit, but you weren’t interested. “Plus, I could get to know him and see for myself if I see something with him.”

Oliver scoffed, “Don’t waste your time with someone like him.”

“I don’t understand why you’re being so harsh right now.”

“Because you deserve better.” 

“Oh right,” you spat, “And better in your definition is to be hidden away as nothing more than a nice quickie, right?”

Oliver blinked a few times, trying to process your words. He held your upper arm, concern over his features, “What are you on about?”

“All I am is a friends with benefits right, Oliver? That’s all I’ll ever amount to? Merlin forbid that someone would find interest in me beyond that.” 

“Y/N, where is this coming from?”

“You really are thick,” you chuckled, tears now spilling from your eyes. “It stopped being a quick fuck for me a long time ago Oliver. I’m bloody in love with you.” 

You stood there in silence, breathing ragged as you spilled your feelings to Oliver. You shook your head, turning around to walk away from him. You took a couple steps before you felt him grab your hand, twirling you around to push you into his chest. He chuckled, ignoring the way your books fell from your hand, as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “You wanna know why I told Blaise off?” 

“Why?”

“Because you belong with me, leannan,” he mumbled, lips ghosting over yours. “I’m in love with you, too.” 

You gulped, looking into his eyes, “You are?”

“Mhm.”

You placed your lips on his, sighing in content knowing you no longer had to hide your affections. Oliver wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up as he kissed you passionately. You squealed, sneaking short kisses on his lips as he laughed. He put you down, kissing your lips one last time before pulling away. 

“Oi, Fred!” George called his brother, a smirk on his lips as he hid behind a wall. 

Fred walked over to him, “What’s up, Georgie?”

George pointed at the two of you ahead of him, wrapped up in each other’s embrace. Oliver leaned down to kiss you again, this time backing you up against the wall to deepen the kiss. George grinned knowing that he won the bet. The younger twin held out his hand, “Five sickles, please.” 

Fred rolled his eyes, fishing in his pocket to get the money he now owed his brother, “Here.” 

George replied in a sing-song voice, “Thank you.”

“Shut up.”

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“Are you up?”

Summary: You and Angel have broken up and while it was somewhat mutual, you miss each other desperately. He does his best to stay away, feeling that you deserve better, but when you send him a needy late night text, he’s on his way to remind you what you’re missing.

Pairing: Angel Reyes x reader

Warnings: Sexual content, Oral sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk mild praise kink,  you name it honestly lol 

Word count: 3k

***Here’s another story that I decided to write from an idea that’s plagued me for literal months lmao. Not requested.***

You sighed as you laid in bed, filthy thoughts consuming your mind. You were needy, not having been touched in over a month. You and Angel had broken up and you had been trying to move on from that. It had been somewhat mutual, though it fell more on your side for both the idea and the execution. He had gotten more and more busy with the club, which meant less and less time for you. As a result, you had become more needy, and Angel had become more frustrated. It had come to a head when you had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to get back from his run, only to find out the next day that he gone straight to the clubhouse with the boys and gotten drunk without even thinking to send you a text or call.

You had made up your mind then, deciding that even though it was going to hurt to throw away the last year of your life with the man that you so desperately loved, you needed to split. And Angel had agreed, though it had torn his heart out to do so. Truth was, he was scared. He was falling more and more in love with you each passing day and he had gotten scared. What if he wasn’t good enough for you to stay? What if you found someone better? What if you came to the realization that you deserved better? And so, he had tried to protect himself. To shield himself from the pain o rejection and abandonment which he had become so familiar with. At the time he had felt that the best way to do that was to put distance. To create a wedge where at least he was the one in control. He had pushed you to the edge and when you had finally had enough, he tried to convince himself that he was better off.

Slowly it dawned on him that not only was that not true, he had sabotaged probably the best thing that had ever happened to him. He had found someone that loved him, supported him, looked after, and took care of him. Yet he threw it all away in the name of misguided self-preservation.

And it did not take long for the realization to kick in.

He had been a ghost since. He wasn’t as bright as he was when he was with you. He had bags under his eyes, surviving off of booze and cigarettes. It had taken a scolding from Taza and Bishop for him to finally sit down and have a balanced meal.  

You hadn’t been much better. Angel had at least been able to shed some his pain in the arms of the club girls though, while you had not been with anyone. You wanted to; to go out and receive some attention and affection even if it was only for the night. Yet you could never manage. Angel had been your first. He was the only man you had ever known intimately. So you had chickened out at last minute on taking home the tattooed man you had been flirting with tonight.

But now you were alone, aching for the touch of a man. For the feeling of being covered by a body as they did what they wanted with you. The feeling of being filled and loved on.

You were aching for the feeling of Angel.

How his lips felt on your neck. How his ringed fingers felt when they pumped inside of you. How heavy his cock felt when it was filling you to the point of seeing stars. How far he stretched you. How empty you felt when he finally pulled out to go to sleep. You were aching for that.

Plainly, you were aching for Angel.

With a sigh, you sat up grabbing your phone. It was late, but not late enough for him to be asleep. Typing swiftly, you sent him a quick text.

‘Are you up?’

You were honestly not even expecting a response. Yet not only did he respond, his answer came back before you could even put the phone down.

‘Yeah. You ok?’

At the clubhouse, Angel was quickly sitting up straighter, his heart picking up speed as he worried something had happened to you. He stared at the screen for a few more agonizing seconds, waiting to see your response.

‘I’m fine. You busy?’

‘Nope.’

‘Do you wanna come over?’

Angel sat still in disbelief. Was this a test? Angel had thought that he had ruined his chance with you forever. That there was no way you would ever settle for him again. Yet you were inviting him over? He wasn’t sure what for, but he was not about to complain. The phone buzzed in his hand and he read your newest message five times over.

‘I need you’

He was up and out of his seat then, rushing out of the clubhouse in a hurry, the others looking at him in confusion.

“Where you going, homie?”

He didn’t answer them, typing his reply out.

‘On my way.’

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The sound of Angel’s Harley pulling up into your driveway was something you thought you would never hear again. It made butterflies take flight in your tummy, your heart starting to speed up, your thighs rubbing together in anticipation.

Unlocking the door and pulling it open, you watched as Angel walked up to you, his eyes glued to yours. He stopped when he was in front of you, his hands holding onto the sides of his kutte. Little did you know it was because he was trying desperately not to reach out and touch you.

“Hey, querida.”

“Hey.”

You pulled the door open further for him to walk inside. Locking up behind him, you turned to find him standing there, eyes on you. Neither of you spoke as you walked up to him slowly. Angel looked you over, his throat bobbing as he looked at your attire of a shirt and panties. He looked closer, feeling his heart clench as he saw at what shirt you wore. It was the old one you’d had for years that he had sprayed with his cologne for you to have while he was on a run. After you had broken up, he figured you would have thrown it away, burned it maybe. Yet there you were wearing it. You caught his gaze and then looked down to follow it.

“I…I was missing you.”

Angel had planned to keep his hands to himself, let you initiate, but your words broke his self-restraint. He took another step forward, sliding his right arm around your waist while his left hand came up to hold your chin softly. His voice was soft and quiet, yet husky.

“I’m right here.”

You nodded, your own hands coming up to hold his waist. Leaning toward him, you pressed your lips against his, both of you closing your eyes as you relished in the familiar act. Your hands slid up his body, coming to rest on his chest. Angel placed his hands over yours, growling at how they engulfed yours. You continued to kiss, both your mouths and hands growing more and more needy. You clutched at his kutte, missing the sound of the leather as it rubbed in your grasp. Angel on the other hand was grasping at your ass, his hands running over your hips, lower back, and thighs.

He had been with club girls after the breakup, and while they were all gorgeous and worthwhile, they just weren’t you. They didn’t rile him up the way you did, and he knew now that it was because of the love he had for you. Love that went deeper than just having a girl on his arm. That knowledge had scared him at first, but now it only made him hard.

He let you pull his kutte off his shoulders, tossing it over onto your couch. His hands continued to roam over you, both of you making out as you stumbled to your bedroom, shedding clothing along the way. By the time you were standing at your bed, you were entirely naked, Angel finally shedding his boxers. You both stood there bare, chests heaving from the lack of air. He was reaching to cradle your face then, his eyes honest as they look at you.

“What do you want me to do? I’ll do whatever you want.”

You nodded gently, reaching up to his face as well. You dragged your index finger along his bottom lip, watching as it pulled down before bouncing back into place. He always did have a sinfully good mouth.

“I want your mouth on me. Please.”

The please was not really necessary. Angel would have done it no matter how you asked him. He nodded and placed his hands on your hips, turning you. You assumed the position you had been in so many times before, crawling onto the bed on your hands and knees, letting your cheek rest against the sheets with your ass propped up high. Angel did not skip a beat, climbing up behind you, his mouth kissing along the backs of your thighs. His hands came up, grasping your ass and massaging it. Part of him wanted to tease, but the majority of him just wanted to give you everything. To give you his all until you were a wet, trembling mess. He wanted to make you feel how sorry he was for letting you go and hopefully get you back.

Angel slid his hands down, his thumbs pressing to either side of your pussy before pulling outward and spreading you. He cursed as he looked at your opening, your wetness sticky and slick as it coated you.

“You always did have such a pretty little hole.”

Your breathing was already picking up speed before he had really even touched you and it made Angel feel good to know that you needed him as much as he needed you. He kept you spread open, leaning closer to lick into you. He groaned at the taste of you, not realizing just how much he had missed it.

“You taste so good mami, fuck.”

Your whimper paired with feeling your pussy clench around his tongue made him smile. You always did like him giving you dirty praise. Scooting even closer to you, he reached up and placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing it gently as he kept working his mouth on you. His beard added to the sensation as he buried his face into you. Your hips began to swivel on their own, pushing back onto his face and earning a moan from him that made a shiver run through you.

“There you go, good girl. Use my mouth, baby.”

And so you did, softly pushing back on him, your eyes closed, and your bottom lip caught between your teeth and you rubbed yourself against his mouth. He kept doing his own thing though, strengthening his tongue so he could bury it in you. It did not take long for your thighs to begin shaking, your moans low and drawn out as you called his name.

“God, Angel, don’t stop. Please.”

Angel kept at it, slipping two thick ringed fingers into you until you were clenching and squeezing, slowly collapsing flat onto the bed. Angel kissed along your back and sides, working his way up your body slowly, letting you catch your breath. He stopped at your shoulders, speaking into your ear.

“You still on the pill?”

“Mhmm.”

Angel nodded and then sat up some, looking down at you.

“Do you want it like this?”

Turning your head, you laid it sideways so you could look at him over your shoulder, giving a nod. That was all Angel needed, sitting back up to kneel behind you. He grabbed himself and ran the tip through your lips, gathering your wetness before he placed himself at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, placing his hands down onto the mattress beside your head, holding himself up as he sunk into you. He shuddered as he stayed still, trying not to cum right there from how warm you were. You felt like home and he wanted to make sure you knew that.

“You feel so fucking good, mi dulce. So perfect.”

He began thrusting then, slow deep strokes. He pulled out nearly all the way before sinking back into you fully once again. The slow pace was not was you needed though.

“I need you to fuck me hard, Angel.”

“Ok, baby.”

With that, he sat back up, staying on his knees, and grabbing your hips to arch you. He tugged you back, your body at an angle as he had your pelvis on his lap. He pushed back into you then and started a bruising pace, your ass jiggling from the force. He looked down between your bodies where you were connected, watching as your pussy gripped him. How his thickness stretched you. How you lifted off just a little whenever he bottomed out, that last inch just a little too deep. Your whines and pants were music to his ears and his mouth started on a roll.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, mi vida. You always look so good taking my cock.”

Angel’s hips slapped against your ass as he pounded you, your brows knitted in pure ecstasy. Reaching underneath you, your fingers danced on your clit, Angel growling as you got tighter around him from the added stimulation. He reached down and pulled you up, not wanting you to have to do anything. He wanted you to just enjoy it while he ruined you, making it a point to remind you of what you were missing in hopes that you would forgive him for his stupidity and take him back.

With you both kneeling straight up now, Angel wrapped his left arm around your shoulders, holding you upright to him while his right slid down between your legs. He rubbed at your clit firmly, his mouth on your neck as he stroked the sensitive little pearl. You whimpered, the metal from his rings cold and shocking on the sensitive flesh. He could fill you at a different angle this way and fucked you hard, staring at your face with adoration as your mouth dropped open, feeling another orgasm approaching fast.

“There you go. There’s my baby. Come on me again. I know you can, mami. Let me feel you. Good girl.”

Your moans devolved into a sob as you came for the second time, Angel hissing as your pussy squeezed around him almost as tightly as your hands squeezed his forearm. He slowed his thrusts, pushing into you languidly as he let you come down some. Your whimpers were high pitched and whiny, signs that you were already feeling slightly overstimulated. Angel was not done with you just yet though. He slowed his pace down some but kept the depth, his mouth to your ear as he continued to fill you, his hand leaving your clit and coming up to press against your abdomen.

“You feel me? Right here deep in your tummy, mi amor? That’s where I belong. Right here.”

He caressed the soft flesh above your mound as you reached behind you to hold the back of his head. You didn’t respond verbally, too fucked out to put together a sentence. You simply nodded and whispered his name like a prayer, your eyes full of love and longing as you looked at him. He went for you clit one last time, rubbing you softly not to hurt you. You came once more without much effort, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes when you did. It did not take much more of that to make him cum as well, his warmth spreading through you as he filled you up to the brim.

He laid you down then, falling to lay spooning behind you as you both tried to catch your breath. You were both spent, your skin covered in a sheen of sweat. Angel groaned quietly as he felt the small aftershocks run through your walls, milking him for everything he had.

You both stayed laying there until your breathing had returned to normal, Angel starting to pull out slowly. The sensation forced a hiss from him, his cock sensitive. Your tiny whimper told him that you were in the same boat. He took a deep breath, brushing back the hair that had fallen into his face from the exertion. He sat up, looking down at your body, seeing the white streak of his cum dripping out of you and he reached over to run his fingers down your spine.

“Let me help you get cleaned up.”

Sitting up yourself, Angel looked at you, swallowing nervously.

“I uh, I know this is really not the best time but I just gotta get this shit off my chest.”

Your nod was unsure as you looked at him.

“I know I fucked us up. I got scared and I ruined something good. I don’t deserve you and I get scared that you’re gonna realize that one day, so I pushed you away. You deserve someone better than my ass, but I really want you back, if you want me.”

Locking your eyes with his, you saw all the emotions he had worked so hard to keep you from seeing in your relationship.

The fear.

The worry.

The insecurity.  

He was being open with you. Letting down his walls and being vulnerable, which was all that you had really ever wanted. With a sigh, you stood on shaky legs, Angel standing with you quickly to steady you. You traced his tattooed chest with your finger before looking up at him, finding his face looking like that of a scared child.

“I have to know that you’re not gonna run when shit gets bad.”

The Mayan nodded quickly, grabbing your hand, and bringing it up to his mouth to kiss your fingers.

“I swear I’ll never do it again.”

You continued to look at him for a few seconds more before nodding.

“Okay.”

Angel’s head nodded as well, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a smile.

“Okay.”

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[ri-ahhh]

take it back

Y’all seem to love a friends w benefits trope and I was heavily inspired by this gif that I couldn’t reblog cuz I’d probably get flagged but it looks a lot like gray if you put your mind to it. Anyways, it’s 5 AM and I can’t go back to sleep, so this is just a little something I’m typing out in the dark.

warnings: smut, might make you feel some type of way if ur a lonely bitch like me

***

There are certain rules you have to follow when you become someone’s fuckbuddy. Sometimes they’re unspoken, sometimes they’re laid out; either way, they exist, and the cardinal sin of breaking them can be worse than the act that makes those rules necessary in the first place.

It’s late — that’s well within the confines of the rules. You had hit him up a while ago, around midnight, unable to sleep and in desperate need of physical touch. A distraction from racing thoughts and an escape from the stress of the day.

The fact that it was Grayson you decided to hit up is where things maybe start to get dicey with the proverbial referee in the game of friends with benefits. Mostly because he’s becoming your one and only, the other boys on your hookup list fading from your mind when you’re faced with the opportunity to get some meaningless but satisfying sex. No one fucks you like he does, makes you cum like he does. Makes you feel like he does.

The two of you have a connection, but the dumb bitch in you is too prominent to let you consciously acknowledge it. You’re not interested in a relationship right now, no matter how good his dick is, or how warm your chest gets when you’re around him.

Or, even, how hard he makes you cum. Every time. Like earlier, after he had let himself in to your apartment, he had made the familiar trek down the dark hallway to your room, slipped into your bed, and immediately snuck his hand in your panties while he simultaneously greeted you with a warm, heavy kiss.

That was acceptable, because he was already well on his way to making you cream in your underwear; the relieved sigh you released against his lips and the overwhelming sense of comfort of having him in your bed was decidedly not. Fuckbuddies aren’t supposed to like having someone in their own beds beyond getting the job done that they came there to do.

Given the hour, you hadn’t expected him to remove his hand in favor of eating you out, but he had. Slipped your panties off and slid right down the bed until he was between your legs and his mouth blanketed your sex with expert dexterity. Your whimpers and moans were too soft and intimate as he slid a hand beneath his sweatshirt that you’re wearing, squeezing a breast and tugging on the nipple while his other kneaded the quivering muscles of your inner thigh. But he was watching you so intently, with so much care that it felt wrong to be any louder or more wanton — or worse, hold back any noises at all.

When you cum on his mouth with a cry of his name, Grayson licks you clean before standing off the bed to get naked. For a moment, you allow yourself the pleasure of admiring him as he does so in the ultra-dim light of the room coming from your bedside lamp, then work at getting your own top over your head. And just like that, it’s back to following the rules: undressing yourselves rather than one another.

Now, with your legs thrown over his broad shoulders, your hands clutching desperately at his bulging biceps as he flicks his hips into yours so perfectly, you’re back to feeling some type of way. You’re locked into the trance of his eyes, and he yours; the tip of his dick hits so deep you don’t even know where the two of you are separate beings anymore. If you could be one with this man forever, you would.

That deserves a yellow card, for sure, but it’s potentially passable as a heat of the moment, I’m-getting-that-good-d thought.

“So big,” you can’t help but praise breathlessly, reaching up and threading your fingers through the damp hair at the back of his head. He thrusts harder, but maintains that excruciatingly steady pace that has your eyes rolling back and your toes curling in the air. You moan gutturaly and focus your gaze back on his flushed face. “Feels so fucking good, baby.”

Somewhere in another universe, your alter ego is throwing a red card for that violation.

It’s worth it, though, when his eyes blacken and he ducks down to kiss you roughly, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. You suck on it with another moan, which morphs into high-pitched gasps and whimpers with how his shift has changed the position. He’s even deeper now, his sweaty skin pressed against yours so everything is hotter, both physically and emotionally.

Grayson tucks his head by your ear, his rosy, swollen lips grazing the shell of it as he whispers to you with a maddeningly gentle, easy voice.

Low and raspy —“Pussy so tight. Dripping wet all over my cock just for me, huh? Who else gets you this fuckin wet, sweetheart?”

Uh oh. Now you’re both thrown out of the game.

Still, your pussy clenches around his dick at his words, and both of you groan loud in each other’s ears. “Just you, Gray,” you manage. He speeds up at your affirmation, and you tug hard on his hair while your other hand drags red tracks across his sculpted back. “Oh my... fuck, baby, please.”

He works for you, panting and gasping and grunting until he gets you there with just his dick and you’re seizing up all around him. Your pussy flutters madly, cumming so hard that it drives him over the edge himself before he can even think about pulling out. The warm spurts of his cum filling you up only serve to prolong your seemingly never-ending orgasm.

Grayson moans and lowers down to his elbows so he can cup your cheeks in his hands, drawing you to him for a deep, passionate kiss that both has your head in the clouds and grounds you suddenly. The waves coursing through your body are waning, and you have enough clarity to pull away from his lips with a small smile. He grins back, and follows your lead when you push back on his collarbone gently.

Your legs, sore and slightly crampy now that your mind isn’t so distracted, drop back to the bed with a satisfied sigh from your lips. You take a minute to gather yourself and Grayson catches his breath next to you. He takes your hand in his while the two of you stare at the ceiling together, before you leave him with a squeeze to his fingers to use the bathroom.

You re-enter the bedroom to find him partially dressed, sitting on the edge of your bed staring blankly at a pile of clean clothes you’ve yet to hang up in your closet. He’s got his shirt in one hand, his phone in the other, and he smiles at you when he notices you.

“What are you doing?” you ask, climbing back onto your bed and slipping under the sheets with a little smile. He’s close enough that you can reach over and tickle your nails against the smooth skin of his ribs.

He flinches and you giggle. His fingers capture yours and bring them to his lips, where he presses a sweet kiss to them. “Waiting for you.”

You hum, your breath catching in your throat in the next moment when he starts leaning down, his intention clear on his handsome face.

Despite yourself, you let him kiss you. It’s nice and soft and comforting and confusing.

He pulls back, staring at you with eyes that have gone that green-hazel that you love so much post-coitus. His thumb caresses your jaw, your still-flushed cheek, and he waits for you to respond.

“What was that?” you question, wrapping your petite hand around his forearm gently. You need something to hold on to, to keep you focused and in the moment.

Grayson hesitates. “I can’t give you a kiss goodbye?”

“You’re not supposed to.” You’re voice has dropped to a whisper without you even realizing it, and you sink your teeth into your lower lip to ground you even more. “Take it back.”

He just stares at you, and you try not to be affected by the hurt you see flash behind his pretty eyes. Try and fail, as his fingertips move from your neck to your lips, sweeping across them softly before pressing his fingers to his own mouth.

“There,” he says quietly, rising from the bed with a small, sad smile. “Undone.”

You watch him walk out of your room with no further conversation.

Sleep escapes you even more so than before you asked him to come over. And by the light of morning, you pick up your phone once again, coming to the conclusion that some rules are meant to be broken for the right person.

#i tried to make this angsty at the ending but i cant #ugh im a fluff writer through and through #dolan twins #grayson dolan #blurb #g blurb #smut #grayson dolan smut

[helaintoloki]

A Little Tenderness

pairing: Ben Hargreeves x reader

notes: this is a 1.5k long shameless self-indulgent comfort piece because I am in need of some tlc from my ghost boyfriend

warnings: lots of fluff, slight angst, subtle mentions of depression, etc.

Featherlight kisses brush against your goosebump ridden shoulders and rouse you from your unrestful slumber. It had been a very difficult night, and you’re not sure how you had managed to pull through it, but here you were with the sun shining in your face and Ben’s gentle smile being the first sight to greet you as you wake.

“Hey,” he says gently, pressing another careful kiss to your forehead before carefully nuzzling his nose against your own in a manor he hopes comes off as comforting and not creepy— he’s still learning, but he loves you, and you have to appreciate that. “How are you feeling?”

You let out the quietest of groans before yanking the covers over your head and shielding yourself from the outside world. You really don’t feel like getting out of bed nor do you feel like you have the energy to do anything other than sleep the day away. Unlike those who’ve sat in the very same position before him, Ben does not walk away nor does he scold you for being childish. In fact, his kind smile still remains as he ever so gently peels away the linen shield you’ve wrapped around yourself and gives you a pointed though understanding look.

“I know you’re feeling bad, but it’s only going to get worse if you just stay in here all day,” he says gently. Gentleness is the only way to get through to you, because though you may be stubborn and though you may insist that you can take care of yourself, you still crave the affection and compassion from a lover who can treat you with tenderness and care. That’s why you chose him after all, and that’s why you’re both still here together. “We don’t have to go anywhere or do anything if you don’t want to, but at least get up. You can take a nice warm shower and I can make breakfast. We can take it slow today, step by step, does that sound okay?”

There’s a long moment of silence as you stare at him, throat beginning to sore and eyes beginning to water as you struggle to get the words out, but Ben is patient as ever as he awaits your response. With his warm hand cupping your cheek and calloused thumb brushing away the single tear that manages to escape, you finally utter the quietest, “yes,” he’s ever heard.

“Attagirl,” Ben praises fondly, and without another word he’s helping you up out of bed and scooping you gently into his arms before carrying you into the bathroom. You accept the display of strength and affection with open arms, burrowing your face into his shoulder and clutching tightly to the fabric of his pajama shirt until he sets you back on your feet and turns on the water so that it can warm up.

“Arms up,” he says quietly, and with your arms raised over your head Ben is able to carefully slip off his own shirt from your body and toss it aside into the hamper. When he undresses you like this there aren’t any underlying intentions nor erotic desires floating about in his head. It’s tender and gentle and pure, it’s him devoting his energy into making sure you’re taken care of, it’s his quiet way of showing you how much he loves you without having to put it into words, it’s something that’s very Ben-like and it’s something he knows makes you feel seen and safe.

“I’m going to get started on breakfast, alright? Come see me in the kitchen when you’re done,” he instructs once you’re undressed, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head before excusing himself from the room and allowing you the privacy you deserve.

The water is warm and soothing against your aching muscles, and though your troubles won’t instantly wash themselves away down the drain, it does help improve your mood just a little bit. It’s harder to feel bad about yourself when you’re clean and refreshed.

Ben is waiting in the kitchen for you just like he said he would be, a glass of apple juice— your favorite— and a bowl of strawberries sitting at the center of the table for you while he works on making you pancakes. His cooking isn’t the best, and the pancakes are often lumpy and somewhat undercooked, but you appreciate his efforts and can never bare to tell him otherwise. He had told you offhandedly once that his mother used to make the best pancakes, but you didn’t ask questions nor try to pry any more information out of him. He’d lived a different life before he met you, and he liked to keep his new life with you separate from the one he’d lived in the past.

“Feeling any better?” He asks from his place at the stove, removing his gaze from the pancakes to glance over at you for just a second. Water drips slowly from your poorly dried hair and onto the black cotton of his sweatshirt you’ve stolen for your own comfort but he doesn’t mind it in the slightest. You look absolutely precious in his eyes, and sometimes he can’t help but wonder how a monster a man like him could ever be lucky enough to have someone as special as you.

“A little,” your murmur over your cup of orange juice whilst carefully picking the leaves from the strawberries. A plate of mushy pancakes is set in front of you and you offer Ben the best smile you can muster, immediately taking a big bite of the lumpy breakfast food and swallowing it down without any trouble. They’re the best pancakes you’ve ever had in your life, and maybe that’s a biased statement considering the fact that the chef is your boyfriend, but you don’t really care. As corny as it sounds, they’re made with love and they’re made just for you, and the food begins to fill the empty pit inside of you with some much needed warmth.

Ben insists on doing the dishes afterward, but you stay planted beside him in front of the sink and watch with tired eyes as he cleans up the mess. There’s something comforting about the domesticity of it all, and your heart hurts from the undying, unconditional love it holds for the man in front of you. In your eyes he is the perfect partner, Ben can do no wrong— not that he ever has— and you wish every day could be as peaceful and serene as this one. When he looks to you with that same adoring smile of his you know you’ve found your safe place, and after putting in the effort of standing upon your tip toes does he gift you with a sweet, soft kiss. His lips taste of syrup, plump and sweet and graceful as they glide along your own before pulling away so that he may return his attention to the work at hand. You love him, and you can never say it enough nor truly ever be able to express the extent of your appreciation for the man beside you.

When all is said and done you find refuge together on the couch, curled up in the corner with your weight laid upon him and your head resting against his chest as the rhythmic beats of his heart and careful comb of his fingers through your hair begin to lull you to sleep. He holds a book in his unoccupied hand and reads aloud to you for he knows that sometimes too much quiet can make you feel unsettled. But you’re safe now, you’re protected and cared for in the arms of a man the world had once deemed the Horror, but you’re not afraid of him nor do you care about the secret creature hidden within his chest. Just as he gave you peace, you gave him acceptance and understanding. It was easy to say you’d both been through bad times, but there had also been good, and now together they would always be nothing less of spectacular.

The day is nowhere near over, and you still have a long way to go before you can even begin to feel completely sane again, but with Ben’s arm lazily draped over your waist and his steady heartbeat drumming in your ear you know you’re going to be okay. Because you have your anchor, the man you love, and what could be better than that?

#ghost boyfriend #comfort piece #ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves imagine #ben imagine #number six #the horror #the umbrella academy #tua #tua x reader #tua imagine #gif used above is not mine!

[moved-danganronpamess]

Nagito reacting to his motherly fem!s/o calling him their "hope" and giving him all the love she's been craving to give him after a long day of school? headcanons please! Thank youu

Anon, are we spiritually connected?? Motherly/affectionate s/o’s are my favorite kind of readers... and Nagito is my favorite character... anon ily

(DANG IT, i’ve realized the texting thing looks fine on website tumblr but is screwed on mobile tumblr,, guys forgive me pls)

Dearie, thank you for requesting! Remember to prioritize yourself, health, and wellbeing lovely!! 💗 - Mod Mikan who is a HUGE Nagito simp

Nagito With a Motherly! S/O Who Pampers Him After a Long Day

You had always had a motherly personality - fussing and checking up with your loved ones, always offering to help others and give advice. When you met Nagito at Hope’s Peak Academy and heard how much he despised himself, your instincts immediately kicked in. You worried about how quick he was to praise others but quicker to insult himself. Even before the two of you began dating, you constantly reminded him about how great he was and shot down any attempts of self deprecation. When you two were finally official, the affection just tripled. Good morning and night texts, hugs, kisses, you name it! You even had to start making homemade lunches for the boy because he had a bad habit of skipping meals.

Normally the two of you would take the bus and walk to school together, but today was different. He wasn’t there at the bus stop this morning and when you texted him, he didn’t respond. So now you were panicking at school, worried that something happened to your boyfriend. You had even made his favorite food today… 

Eventually class began, but you could hardly focus. How could you, you had no idea where your lover was?! You kept making sneaky glances at your phone in hopes of seeing it light up with a notification from Nagito, but to no avail. You sighed and crossed your fingers that he was ok. You really wanted to give him his good morning kiss and hug!!

Your first period class had ended and you began walking to your next one, clutching your phone sadly when you felt it vibrate in your hand. You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Nagito had finally responded! Quickly you scrolled down from the multitude of texts you’d spammed him with.

you

nagito where r u???                                                                                                bb pls respond im worried 🥺                                                                                  istg ur getting bombarded with love as soon as i see u again

💗my hope💗

Hello there (Name!)                                                                                                  It’s pathetic trash like me made you worry..                                                            But I’m just fine! Just some bad luck today!

Your heart squeezed as you frowned. That made sense, his luck usually caused stuff like this to happen unfortunately. There was one time he got hit by a car on his way to school and you never cried so much before. Just thinking about it gave you a heart attack. Quickly you typed back a response, eyes glued to your phone, muttering apologies to whoever you bumped into. 

you                                                                                                                       no its ok bby i was just wanted to make sure u were alright 💗                          also ur not trash!!! i made ur fav food today too love <3

💗my hope💗

Haha, to think someone like me would hear such words…                                    Truly, I’m lucky! I’ll see you at lunch, my hope!

You grinned as you made your way to your next class, eagerly waiting for lunch to come. When the bell rang, you quickly grabbed your stuff and made a mad dash for the rooftop. (The mutual choice of place to spend your lunch period, sometimes people would give you weird looks for spending time with Nagito, which made him apologize and try to leave, much to your dismay.) You began to wait, and wait, but there was no sign of your partner. You frowned again and sent a quick text to him. Maybe if you roamed the school you could find him? You skipped around the halls, glancing at your phone every now and then for any new texts. Soon you were in front of the principal’s office when you heard a lecturing voice inside.

“Komaeda, I can’t even count the number of times you’ve come in late because of some unthinkable scenario…”

“Haha… it's just my luck has been acting up lately sir.”

You frowned for probably the hundredth time that day, it felt impolite to eavesdrop but your heart hurt for your boyfriend. You wished that people would take the time to understand him, he can’t control his luck! You huffed as you walked away, a new mission developing in your head - Operation Give Nagito a Bunch of Love After School.

After school, you patiently stood at the entrance of the academy when you finally saw your boyfriend exit. Your heart began pounding as you bounced excitedly, your boyfriend on the other hand, seemed pleased to see you as well but also tired.

“Nagito, baby!” You called as you rushed over to him and immediately cradled him into your chest, not caring who saw or heard. He was very tall, so would normally be a bit hard, but he was used to your affectionate nature. You began petting his hair and placing soft kisses on his head.

“Ah, to be held by you after today… the bad luck was worth it,” he melted into your embrace.

“Love, let’s go home, ok? Then you can tell me all about your day.” With a bit of encouragement from you, Nagito reluctantly released you from his grasp. You grabbed his cold hand and squeezed it as to not make him feel lonely, and the two of you ventured to the bus stop. On the bus, you didn’t stop giving him love, he deserved it 24/7! You let him place his head on your shoulder and cuddle your side. You spoke in a soothing voice as you told him about your day, which was quite uneventful without Nagito.

As soon as the two of you reached your house, you forced him onto the couch with some warm blankets and began drying his hair. For some reason it was wet, something must have splashed him this morning you assumed. Nagito naturally leaned his head back, your fingers felt so good in his hair.

“Darling, do you want to talk about today?”

Nagito’s content expression twitched as he sighed. “It’s nothing too important… just woke up late, missed the bus and got splashed by some water when it drove past…” he continued to list off the things that happened to him with his usual casual voice, as if it was no big deal. “But I’m sure I made you wait, morning time and lunch time I left you by yourself. You should stop paying attention to trash like me and find some more reliable company-”

“Nagito, you’re not trash, ok?” You paused drying his hair and came around to sit next to him. “You’re not just anyone to me - you’re my boyfriend. I will wait for you however long it takes, I will care and love you for the rest of my life. You are my hope, Nagito.”

Nagito looked shocked. “I’m… your hope?”

“Of course you are! You always call me your hope, why wouldn’t you be mine?” you teased, peppering his face with kisses.

“I-I… thank you.”

“Come here, baby. Lie down.” You braced your back on the edge of the couch and motioned to Nagito to lay down on you. Nagito eagerly took the opportunity, burying his face in your soft chest. His cold skin was a nice contrast to your warmth. You eased him out of his school jacket so both of you would have as much skin to skin contact as possible. Your legs intertwined with his, as you began to place kisses from his jawline to his neck, making him whine in pleasure.

“I’m the one whose supposed to taking care of you-”

“Shh… it’s my job too. You’ve had a long day… just relax in my arms and forget about it, my love.”

He didn’t put up much of a protest as he continued to nuzzle into your chest. “My hope, thank you for loving someone li-,” he paused and changed his line of thought, “for loving me. I… I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. I love you so much-”

“I’m not going away, Nagi… I’m staying right by your side forever, no matter what happens. Now… take a nap, babe. I’ll be right here when you wake up…”

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #nagito x reader #danganronpa headcanon #danganronpa imagine #nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #sdr2 #sdr2 x reader #komaeda nagito headcanons #nagito komaeda imagines #sdr2 headcanons #nagito headcanon #nagito imagine #danganronpa sdr2 #sdr2 imagines #story petals

[prismatic-starstuff]

the precipice.

fandom: Baldur's Gate III

pairing: Astarion/Reader

rating: E, 18+ only, minors dni

A long, deep groan leaves his throat as you cant your hips forward, your length filling his rear slowly, fully, completely. Astarion's head falls back, his fluffy white curls splayed out on the bedroll beneath him; his hands, tightly grasping at his own hiked-up thighs, tremble as his long fingers curl hard into his supple pale flesh.

You lean forward, in-between his widely spread legs, your breath leaving you in hot and heavy pants close to his lips. As enraptured by the moment as you are, you still want more than anything to ensure that he's comfortable with what you're doing... Raising a hand that trembles with passion, you gently cup one unnaturally cool cheek, your voice barely above a whisper as you ask if he wants you to start moving.

"Yes..." Those red eyes are unguarded, pupils dilated as they meet your own. His pale face is flushed lightly, across the cheekbones and all the way to the tips of his elven ears; you aren't sure if the pinkness is due to his excitement, or if it's simply an effect of the feeding he'd taken from you earlier, but it's a beautiful sight to see either way. His sharp teeth are on show as his full lips curve up into a lovely smile, and Astarion's tongue trails almost absently over the top one. "Gods, yes, darling. You... mmn, you feel incredible inside-- a-ah!"

The gasp that leaves him as you draw your hips back is far from an unpleasant one; as you push back in, the beginning of a slow but firm rhythm set by the thrusts of your hips, the pale elf releases his grip on his thighs to slip his arms around your back and draw you closer still. Your lips meet in a sloppy, hard, hot kiss; Astarion's tongue slides against and presses to your lower lip, a silent plea for access, for contact, for more, and you can't help but moan out as you part your lips for him.

Oh, you would do anything for him, and you both know it.

Tongues meet and rub and twine, and Astarion makes the sweetest sounds as your shaft pumps back and forth in him, stretching and loosening his tight hole just that little bit more with each movement. His breathing leaves him as quick and harsh as yours leaves you, occasionally interrupted by low, smooth groans and delicate whines when you get close to a sweet spot.

His long, lithe legs wrap securely around you, and the heat floods your cheeks immediately at the implication; he wants you there, right there, to do it just like that... The chill of his vampiric skin is delightful against your heated body, and you let your hands slide up his slender chest, over the soft skin of his delicate neck, on the way to brush your fingertips against the shells of his pointed ears.

You feel his body stiffen a bit against yours as soon as you make contact there; cracking an eye open, you see that his own have blown wide. As he draws back from the kiss, your lips leaving one another's with a loud wet smack, he gives the filthiest cry you think you've ever heard. "F-Fucking Hells, sweetheart...!" His back arches, and those ruby eyes fall closed as his head falls back fully against the bedroll. "Harder," the command leaves him in a breathy growl, "harder, darling, I can take it..."

You aren't sure whether the command is in reference to the squeezes from your fingertips or the thrusts of your hips; knowing Astarion, hedonistic and eager to be pleased in all regards as he so often is, you suspect it's both. Your body responds immediately, instinctively; your hips slam into him hard enough that your pelvis roughly meets the softness of his cheeks, and your fingers roll and squeeze the flushed tips of both pointed ears.

"Yes--!"  All those beautiful fangs are well and truly on display now, his mouth open wide as you fondle his sensitive ears and take his shapely backside in earnest. As you keep up your new harsh pace, his strong hands clutch at you, long nails scratching at the skin of your back. "Oh gods, yes, that's-- nnn, fuck, there! Right there, love...!"

A grin slips across your lips; by the looks of his enthusiastic response, it seems you've found his sweet spot. You're unable to resist the temptation, though; as an extra incentive, you let your fingers give his ears a nice, slow, hard pinch as you tell him to ask nicely if he wants more.

"Please, please!" The words spill freely and shamelessly from Astarion's lips, and your arousal tingles so hotly; the knowledge that you are the one pleasuring him so well that he can't even uphold his teasing nature, the fact that you are the one he trusts enough to be so vulnerable in front of... it's all incredible to you. So touching, and so sexy. "I, ah... oh, I've wanted this for so long, love... ever since I first set eyes on you, ever since I first had you in my arms on that beach..."

Oh, you will never forget that moment; the day you first met Astarion, when he'd pressed his weapon against your throat and held your wriggling form tight against him on the ground... The memory excites you, arouses you as much now as that moment had at the time, spurs you on to drive deeper and harder into the vampire still.

Back then, you would have never imagined that one day, that powerful elf would be the one at your mercy... though, of course, this is a far more enjoyable situation to be in. You far prefer having Astarion as your companion rather than your foe...

...and you prefer having him as your lover even more.

Astarion is magnificent beneath you, so perfectly taking everything you give him. His heavy sac bounces with the force of your every thrust into him, his pretty shaft stands swollen and red as it leaks clear drops of his fluids onto his well-toned stomach; full lips are parted around the desperate cries he gives, that soft pink tongue sticking out between them just a little, those red eyes rolling up into the back of his head before fluttering closed as his sweat-slick brow furrows...

And you tell him. You lean in close to one of the ears you're teasing and, through panting and heavy breaths, you tell him exactly how magnificent he is; how beautiful he looks in the moonlight... how enticing he sounds when he moans for you... how perfectly he takes you inside, how very hot he makes you feel...

Every sweet word, every compliment, every praise; it all seems to affect Astarion so very much, in such a wonderful way. His enthusiastic noises have taken on a more needy timbre, a sweet pitchy whine in the back of his throat that drives you wild... His strong hands come up to cup your hotly flushed cheeks, and he lightly pulls you away from his twitching ear to be face-to-face once more. "Kiss me," he urges you, demands you, his eyes soft and round and soulful. "Kiss me, please," the words leave him in a rush; you can tell that he knows you'd make him ask nicely for it.

Your heart is skipping beats for more reasons than just the pleasure, now. Kissing isn't always something that you two do often... Astarion has boundaries and walls - understandably so due to all he's suffered through in his long life - and you've been taking your time moving past them at his pace. Being trusted not only to have him in such an intimate way, but to share kisses with him, twice in one night even... it makes you feel truly honoured.

You don't waste any time in doing just as he'd asked; your fingers tangle in his hair as you press your lips to his firmly, desperately, your tongues immediately seeking each other's and clashing together. The groans and whines of pure need coming from both of you are muffled now, the slick sound of your length pumping Astarion's well-prepared entrance sending trembles down your spine; though it's getting just that little bit harder to push in, you notice. The slight resistance of the pale elf's constricting walls lets you know that he's close... Oh, and you are too; you're so very, very close, and you find yourself almost frenzied as you chase ecstasy for both of you.

Astarion's hands seek your own, long fingers twining through yours and holding them tightly; it's something he does often during your nights together, you've noticed, when he's close to that moment of release. You suspect it's maybe because he needs something to hold onto, to make him feel more grounded during such an intimate and intense experience... and you're always grateful for it, always eager to squeeze his hands in return, always overjoyed to fall off that precipice hand-in-hand with him.

Your body presses flush against his own, his cock trapped between both your bodies in a way that makes him give such delighted whimpers, and your tongue untangles itself from his. Instead, you press the muscle to his razor-sharp canines, and you hear his breath hitch in anticipation... You rub once, twice, teasing the both of you with the promise of what's to come--

--and then you press, hard, and you draw your tongue sharply across those pointed teeth; leaving a small shallow cut that spurts blood directly into Astarion's mouth and has you gasping in pleasurable pain.

It's the taste of your blood, always such an aphrodisiac for him, that finally sends Astarion over that precipice. His hands squeeze your own so roughly, so tightly, the kiss-muffled sound that escapes him closer to a scream than anything; and oh, you were wrong earlier, that was the filthiest cry you've ever heard. His entrance spasms around your length, but you keep going-- you keep going-- you keep chasing pleasure for him because gods you would do anything for him, you want to have this pleasure, you want to be the one who can delight him as he deserves... At this close proximity, you can feel his release against your skin, the warm sticky fluid smearing between both your writhing bodies...

And in moments - in the heat and the passion and the need - you cry out your ecstasy into his mouth just the same, unashamedly, unabashedly.

And you release with him, your companion, your lover; and you fall together off that precipice as you always do.

#baldur's gate iii #astarion #astarion/reader #reader can either be amab or afab with a toy; it's entirely up to you #reader's gender and appearance are entirely unspecified #there is literally no plot to this; it is exactly what it is akdnfbsncbakxnsk #my writing

[dweetwise]

happy birthday @sloppy-butcher!

i adore both you and your writing and you deserve to have the absolute best birthday! it’s not much, but i tried my hand at a little hillbilly fluff drabble bc i know how much you love him <3 i hope it’s ok!

ship: hillbilly x gn reader warnings: very briefly mentioned child abuse word count: 1130

Hillbilly X reader: Birthday

It starts just like any other of your frequent visits to the realm of Coldwind farm.

You're sitting silently on top of the harvester together with Max, which isn’t at all unusual. Talking isn't necessary in situations like these, both of you happy to just be near each other and enjoy the closeness and companionship, watching the cornstalks swaying from an imaginary breeze.

But it doesn’t take you long to notice that something is wrong.

Instead of slowly relaxing in your company like usual, Max seems more stressed than you’ve seen him in a long time. He keeps fidgeting and glancing around, sometimes taking a deep breath like he's about to say something, only to deflate in defeat a few seconds later.

Safe to say, hiding his emotions has never been Max's strong suit. You always try to let him go at his own pace, but at the seventh disappointed sigh, you decide it's time to intervene.

“Max?” you break the peaceful silence to gently urge. “What's wrong?”

Your hand, as on its own, comes up to rest on his good shoulder, not wanting to irritate old injuries. The contact seems to make Max stop fretting at least momentarily, meeting your searching eyes.

“'M nervous,” Max confesses without hesitation, always so much more earnest than any other person you’ve met.

“It's okay. You can tell me,” you encourage, putting more pressure on your hand on his arm to remind him that you're there for him, after all the years he’s suffered alone.

Max takes another deep breath, but this time he's not giving up, instead turning around to grab something over the railing of the harvester. Before you have time to ask, he re-emerges with a crudely wrapped package in his hands and turns back to face you.

“Happybirthday!” he hurries to croak out, ducking his head in embarrassment while shoving the package towards you.

“Birthday?” you ask, confusion spreading through you. “But my birthday isn't even—”

You pause. ‘Isn't in several months’? How exactly would you know that? With no signs of the passing of time in this world, you can't exactly claim it's not your birthday, either.

Especially not with Max now looking at you with sad puppy eyes.

“Stupid, stupid—” Max starts, pulling the gift close to his chest and curling in on himself.

As if expecting a beating from his long-dead father.

“NO!” you yell, the force of it startling you both. “You're not stupid,” you hurry to add, gentle hands coming to rest on top of his callused ones clutching the gift.

“But you said…” Max starts, self-doubt replaced by curiosity, letting you carefully pry his fingers away from the package.

“I didn't know it was my birthday until you reminded me,” you explain, shooting him an encouraging smile. “Did you get me a gift? That's so kind of you.”

You bite back the ‘You really shouldn't have’, not inadvertently wanting to send Max into another panic, knowing he's still learning the nuances of the English language.

“It's not a real birthday without gifts,” Max explains bashfully, shoving the package into your hands.

The gift is lighter than you expected, gently grabbing the bundle with both hands while carefully inspecting the wrapping. It's some kind of cloth, not unlike the rags you've seen Max use to clean his chainsaw. The fabric is loosely held in place by thick rope and what you assume is supposed to be a bow on top, but looks more like a mess of knots, already starting to unravel on their own.

You can vividly imagine Max feebly trying to tie a pretty bow on the gift like he's seen in old movies, and the thought makes your heart swell from affection.

“Come on. Open it!” Max urges, face twisting into an expression you've come to recognize as a wide grin.

Max is glancing between you and the package like an overeager puppy, not seeming to be able to decide whether he wants to see your reaction or the gift being unwrapped. You can’t help but wonder if he's ever given a gift to anyone before.

…And then promptly feel a piece of your heart shatter once you realize he's probably never even received one from anyone before.

You only need to hook a finger under the rope for it to come apart. Letting the rope fall to the harvester floor, you slowly lift the cloth away to reveal a flower wreath.

“Oh!” you exclaim in surprise, carefully lifting the item up to inspect it.

The base is made from sticks, forming a thick and slightly uneven circle with stray ends poking out in all directions. But the top of the wreath is what really catches your eye, decorated with fresh flowers of several different kinds and colors.

Despite some of the flowers having already wilted and the majority missing a few petals, the wreath is probably the prettiest thing you've seen since coming to this strange realm.

“It's beautiful,” you say, looking up at Max who somehow smiles even brighter, thrilled that you enjoy his gift. “Did you make this?”

“Ya,” Max says eagerly, happy at the praise. “But some o' the flowers… they broke,” he adds hesitantly.

“It's perfect,” you reassure, knowing how gentle he must have been to not ruin the delicate plants altogether.

“And the flowers—where did you even get them?” you ask, carefully placing the crown on your head, not caring in the slightest that it’s a little too heavy and that a few of the sticks tickle your scalp unpleasantly.

“Clodet,” Max explains, still struggling with his delivery on some names, but getting his message across nonetheless.

Ah; you should have guessed. The botanist is a gentle soul, also one of the few survivors who didn't oppose your relationship with the killer.

“Thank you so much for the gift. It's beautiful,” you say earnestly, smiling up at Max.

“Y-yer…” he starts with a raspy voice, before pausing and clearing his throat. “You're more pretty.”

It's probably something he's heard in a cheesy black and white romance movie, but you don't care, cheeks heating up while your smile widens even further. A stupid giggle slips free from your lips before you can stop it, Max never failing to make you feel like a giddy, lovestruck teenager.

Even Max recognizes the laugh as one of affection and not mocking, returning a sappy smile and the tips of his ears going red. Emboldened by your reaction, he brings his hand to rest on top of yours in a rare display of confidence.

For a moment, you do nothing but stare at each other, each with a silly smile on your faces, enjoying the closeness.

And then, you remember something crucial.

“So…" you start with a mischievous smile. "When do you want to celebrate your birthday?”

#dbd fanfic #max thompson jr #dbd hillbilly #dbd hillbilly x reader #dweetwrites #dbd #dead by daylight #child abuse tw #dbd x reader

[rocorambles]

Ugh Oikawa would definitely baby his s/o as a punishment when they’re acting out. He only speaks in a simple condescending way and like buys them stuffed animals and children’s books to humiliate them.

I was originally going to write this as darker content, but the recent ask about Oikawa brat taming inspired me to change this up into just some spicy harsh brat-taming with some fluff to top it off. 

Warnings: NSFW, Brat Taming, Infantilism, Age Play 

Oikawa and you can both be brats. There’s no question about that, but as strange as it is, it just works. There’s always been balance between the two of you and the dynamic never gets out of hand. It’s usually a fun game of push and pull between the two of you, but recently you’ve been a menace. 

Oikawa likes to think he has a good amount of patience when it comes to you and he understands more than anyone that you being a brat towards him is just your strange way of showing your love for him and seeking his attention. He’s the exact same way after all. But your bratty attitude and actions are usually interspersed with enough dollops of genuine and sincere words and acts of affection for him to let you get away with just a cheeky pinch or light smack of your ass. Not recently however. 

He and you both know his inferiority complex is his most vulnerable trait and you never play around with that, no matter how much of a brat you are. You’d never give him a second, even at your worst, to believe you’d leave him for someone else. So imagine the hurt and shock he felt when you purposefully sneer at him, making direct eye contact with chocolate brown eyes before approaching another man at the bar, exaggeratedly flirting right in front of Oikawa. And when the stranger slings an arm around your hip, far too low and close to your ass, Oikawa is already up and out of his seat, angrily storming towards the two of you.  

The next few minutes are a blur of tense words and a bruising grip on your arm as you’re forcefully dragged out of the bar and shoved into a sleek sports car and despite the way you wince and gingerly rub your arm after Oikawa finally relinquishes his grip, a part of you preens at finally getting a rise out of your lover, already excitedly anticipating what “punishment” he has in store for you when you get home. 

But it’s your turn to be surprised when you’re dragged into your shared home and Oikawa stalks past the bedroom and you whimper when he pulls you towards the extra bedroom the two of you had left empty for whenever the two of you were ready to have a family of your own. You try to dig your heels into the floor, asking him what he’s planning, but your attempts are futile against his strength and you’re promptly shoved into the baby blue room and tucked into bed. You panic when he immediately turns to leave, not even bothering to spare you a single unnecessary touch, and you grip onto his sleeve before he can get far. You fumble over your words, unsure how to phrase what you want to ask, but Oikawa knows you all too well and before you can embarrass yourself further, he cuts in.   

“What? Does my little baby want me to touch her? Do you think you deserve anything from me after the little stunt you pulled? If you want to act like a brat, I’m going to treat you like one. You’re staying in this nursery until I feel like you’re finally acting like a big girl.” 

You heart sinks when he firmly shuts the door behind him and the light of the glow in the dark star stickers above your head only taunt you as you lay in bed alone. But you’ve always been stubborn and the next few days become a game of will power as you fight the humiliation you feel when he comes in to dress you in childish, girly clothing, slapping your hand away and scolding you whenever you try to touch your clothes yourself, cooing at you for looking so adorable. You glare at him as he insists on hand feeding you tiny bite-sized cuts of food and only lets you drink from a sippy cup. But the worst moments are when he lies in bed besides you and makes you cuddle a stuffed animal instead of him as he reads you a children’s bedtime story. Your thighs clench at how close he is, how you can feel the warmth of his body next to you, how you can smell his scent. But frustration wells inside of you at being unable to touch him how you want to, at being denied his more intimate touches. And after a week of being babied and coddled and touch starved, you break. 

Oikawa’s come to get his baby girl all ready for the day, but he smirks at the sight of you on your knees before him, clutching at his legs and babbling all sorts of depraved promises and apologies. 

“Tooru, I’m sorry! I promise I’ll be a good girl. Please touch me. Please let me sleep with you. I can be a big girl! I won’t talk to any more strangers or let bad men touch me ever again. I only want you. I only love you!” 

The handsome brunette coos down at you as he lowers himself until he’s face level with you and you eagerly let yourself be pulled into his lap as you throw you arms around his neck and nuzzle your face into his chest, tucking your head underneath his chin. 

“Was that so hard, cutie? All you needed to do was apologize. You could have had all of me sooner if you just behaved. Go ahead. Take everything you want from me as a reward for being such a good girl.” 

And it’s like a feral beast unleashes itself inside of you as you desperately claw at his pants, barely pulling them down just enough for his cock to spring out before you’re sinking onto him and bouncing on top of him, moaning and panting like a whore as Oikawa just sits back and watches, murmuring words of encouragements and praise as he casually tweaks your nipples and circles your clit. But it’s not enough and Oikawa smirks as you plead for him to help you. 

“Are you sure you’re a big girl? Big girls can take care of themselves. Maybe I should still keep on punishing you. Maybe you’re not ready to be a big girl. Awww look at you. Tearing up like a little baby just because I won’t touch you. Well, I suppose I can help you out a bit. Can’t have my precious little girl crying now can we?” 

The humiliation from his words only fuels the twisting arousal inside of you and you wail as he begins to thrust his hips in time with your bounces, sinking deeper, faster, and harder into you, filling your aching deprived pussy as his hands clutch onto your waist, aiding with your rise and fall until you’re bottoming out on his cock with every movement. And it only takes a few more sharp thrusts before you’re falling apart on top of him, cunt clenching so tight around him that he struggles to continue sliding in and out of you as he chases his own end. But at the sight of your pretty little fucked out face with eyes rolled back and tongue lolling out of your drooling mouth, he empties himself inside of you and the two of you sit there in each other’s arms as you come back down from your peaks. 

Exhausted, you doze off in his arms as soothing hands wash you and pamper you, and by the time you come back around, you’re laying in your king sized bed, long sinewy arms wrapped around you and you sleepily smile as Oikawa and you lock eyes. But reality hits and you guiltily look down and curl into your lover. 

“Tooru, I really am sorry. I never should have blatantly flirted with some other man, especially just as a way to get back at you. I just- I came across one of your fan blogs and they were saying they were saying you deserved someone so much better than me and I-”

You can’t even choke out the rest of your words as tears stream down your face and you sob into your lover’s toned chest, but a calloused hand gently nudges your face up until you’re staring into chocolate brown eyes once again. 

“I wish you had just talked to me and told me how you felt, but you know none of that is true, right? I love you. There’s no one else for me.” Your heart flutters at the look in his eyes and the two of you tenderly lock lips. But you roll your eyes when the two of you separate at the teasing and sweet tone of the next sentence that comes rolling out from his lips. 

“Plus no one else is as bratty as you, so we’re a match made in heaven! OW Mean! You’re spending too much time with Iwa-chan.” 

Oikawa pretends to sniffle and cry over your playful smack, insisting that you kiss him better and the two of you fall into giggles as you huff with frustration but oblige him, peppering wet sloppy kisses all over his face as he disgustedly shrieks at you. But when all is said and done, the two of you fall asleep that night, minds at peace and faces graced with smiles as your chests rise and fall in time with each other. 

#haikyuu smut #oikawa x reader